Cages part1
He stops reading from a worn leather book, my book and a cruel smile glides from ear to ear. i "up and up and up. hahaha" the laughter fades as he walks away from the cage that encircles me with wispy metal claws.
A Fox's Family (Part 12)
The tiger gave a nod to the worn out bag followed by a wicked grin to the worn out trainer, but the dalmatian knew his place and quickly walked away with a solemn bow. he knew better than to listen in on this sort of thing. "what's the job?"
Lifted Higher: Chapter 1 - "Lips? Of an Angel"
I assume paul went into the locker room since he hadn't worn his gym clothes like me, so i dodge around folks with headphones jammed into ears, mewing "excuse me" and "sorry" when i come too close.
Cry me a Murder, pt 7 - The Other Side of Zero
Altschuler slumped back into his worn recliner, his gaze once again turned to the unplugged tv.
Tribes at War
He assembled the bones, scales, and twine to make an outer shell that could be worn ober the torse to stop the javelins. the rocks were tied together into a group of three that could be thrown to immobilize the dingoes.
Hermione's suprise
As it was so when she tightened around him he came inside her bucking his hips as tears ran down her face he stayed inside her marking her as his season mate he huffed and after an hour he pulled his limp cock out"i apologize miss granger i came to worn
The Life of Another - Chapter 1
He drove a primer gray suv with little to set it apart from the sea of other vehicles stuck droning home on the overcrowded, worn down highway. its only claim to personality came from two decals.
No Major Injuries
Instead, he carried a mild scowl, paws stuffed in the pockets of his worn jeans, his eyes lancing out from below solid brows that always made him look irritated.
Washed Ashore. Chapter One.
worn, torn and faded picture frames had been neatly stacked behind it. hung up over the pile was a sea worn steering wheel for a ship that was missing several handles.
Cleaning Up
I've worn suits before." raz brushed a black paw over the plain plastic front of his suit. "lost fur to velcro, too." "soon's brike gets here we can go." the vulture leaned against the big van, obscuring the "r" in "recoveries."
Night Woods
Spurs and holsters clicked beneath worn, unkempt dusters. a boy had cried wolf. if only it had been a lie. a dozen of us came up from the south. we were brash; we thought ourselves brave. we were armed; we thought ourselves strong.
Clown Mare 8-1
It is then i should buy the most usual suit that i wear almost every day in business; however, it was the suit always worn out after a few years at best.