Servant's Schedule
7:00 a.m.: Wake up. Today is a Saturday, which is a mixed blessing. You get to sleep in a little bit, but with both Masters home with you it may end up a long day. 7:00 a.m.-7:30 a.m.: Shower, brush your teeth, groom yourself. You can still feel...
Weight Gain on Muscle Beach
Weight Gain on Muscle Beach By Bunny Hops Eclipse, 28 year old male kangaroo Vernal, 21 year old male kangaroo Venice Beach, California Seagulls soared in the air, riding the thermals blowing in off the sea and swooping down to nab poorly...
No Heft for the Wicked [PTRN]
Thumping bass could be heard from outside the nightclub as Gui waited in line for his turn to be admitted. The wide-hipped Guilmon impatiently tapped a clawed foot on the paved sidewalk, his arms crossed along his slender torso as he drummed his arm....
No Heft for the Wicked [TSR]
Having been in this situation many times in the past, Chris had experience in predicting the fighting patterns of whomever tried to scrap with him, nimbly dodging out of the way of the potential blow to his body. "Trying to hit the guy with glasses on?...
The Nightrow (For Tokeki)
Shouts rich, the musclechub ox in his airtight singlet. "show that dick how we roll!" i hear from beefy paul, flicking his black lab tail, sticking big fingers down his speedo to scratch and adjust himself. "break him down!
On Brutish Waves
That tortoise nodded forward, opened lazily his eyes, and assessed what he felt all down his musclechub. it was natural both men should lift their arms - weakened as they were - and run through the coated love they'd shot.
My Gym Partner's Bro Blazes Down (Part 1)
His mouth stayed slack, as did the musclechub gorilla's opposite him; and the shorter cock held a pool of pre, kept welled within its orange hood. jerr's hand gave them both a squeeze; the whimper was mutual. "mmmfuck... sorta miss that gumdrop."
My Gym Partner's Bro Blazes Down (Part 2)
The musclechub ape complied, rolling off the bed above his fuckbud, then to stand at its left. the blunt roach was out, no longer trailing smoke lines overhead. so the ashtray, under a lamp on will's endtable, took a dead soldier to its grave.