Maw of The Mountain | HARD VORE END
He sighed when you landed in your final destination. you bulged out his ab ridden belly. he placed a hand on his newly round gut and felt you squirm inside as if he were pregnant.
All for one, One for All
The hill nears, marking his final destination, or at least he'd thought. the man cheers, embarking on his carnal resignation, or so he's been taught. alas the glorious sight, the end he'd been looking for.
The Great Start
.** _ "hoping he'll reach his final destination." azul thought, concerned. "but yes. stop overreacting, he'll be fine." ellen reassured her. "at worst, he can still throw at them, his phone in their face." ernesto suggested.
The Unknown Future
destination, the representation of the foundation that we laid what legacy was laid down as you pass beneath plain ground how many decisions, strong positions and solidly blurred visions went through revisions from the propositions of division
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These minutes of walking only made me happy for the final destination. one of the only things that made me comfortable at that time was my home. it was like an outside version of myself that welcomed my defects and bad times.
Rage
We had parked a few blocks from our final destination when the drugs began to take hold. i remember being happy they hadn't kicked in on the way. during the freeway lane shifts. during the three point turn in traffic.
Bleed
Was there no god to oversee his final destination? no mercy for an old fool? perhaps one was simply extending his life to see him suffer. had he not suffered enough? apparently not. it had been 15 minutes. what sins had he committed?
Intermission: France to the Desert
destination.
Aerotul Chapter 1/prologue
They posted sentries up around the village and had an evacuation plan so that if they were attacked even though they would have no final destination they would at least be able to get away and survive.
Wiggling Tastes Best
Unknown to the duckling that struggling was sending it further from hope and closer too it's final destination. the slow descent was painful for the others to watch, but to the heron, it was always the best feelings he ever will have in his life.
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I was getting close to my final destination, as said by my gps system. i decided that this was the time to slow down and put a shirt back on. i took a swig of mouthwash and sprayed on some body spray.
A Lazy Afternoon
Eventually they triumphed, and she made sure that he was well-covered with saliva before gulping again; bringing his head into the passage of rippling muscles that would bring him to his final destination.