...up here, and takes a look around. "I am," although for a brief moment she's unsure. There's an education plan to start saving up for. Thera also snags a bun from the tray and glances at W'ren in the doing of. "It's a remarkable change." She has only one question that she asks of the man ad nauseum lately, and surprise, that'll go unsaid. A snort for R'ish, but at least her minds off the...
...other. I want to play with both of you.’ The two men moved to the floor and faced the other, their arms wrapped around their lover and both kissed. Ianto and then Jack trembled in ecstasy as René whipped them. Their backs soon covered in lashes. Their cocks were hard again soon and the two rubbed them together. René backed away and watched the two, soon caught up in the other. Jack...
Hey everyone! Something new. No slash, pretty gen. What's the world coming to? H-anyways ... Enjoy! And you'll let me know what you think, yes? title: Auf der Aachener Straße nachts um halb Eins author...war und sich die nachfolgenden mit Sicherheit ähnlich abspielen würden. Vielleicht nicht unbedingt mit angesägten Torpfosten, aber ähnlich. Irgendwie freute er sich darauf. Keep rolling! The Dro
They're gone. You guys know how I go to the University of Georgia? And how effing crazy most of the students are about our football team? Yeah, well, not anymore. Sanford Stadium and the Bulldogs are...now, I'm focusing more on my anger. Like we haven't had enough to worry ourselves sick over already, and now this? I've had it. This has to end now . It's time we all got our peace of mind back
Autor: y0misma Grupo: Amargo Palabras: 100 Fandom: La vida es una mierda. Claim: René Hateley. Tabla: Angst Número: 12 - Acompañante. Mira a la mujer y siente asco. Es su trabajo... Es todo. Ya no importaque su nombre sea René. No importa cuántos años tiene. A él no le importan eso detalles... Porque el Olvido no pide nombre, edades o justificaciones, él simplemente llega.
...brown's belly pressing deep in the snow and the man's scrambling before he is aloft, but once seated, they make the short hop to their ledge and then on inside out of sight. Not a word is spilt. W'ren growls under his breath, giving Madri a quick glance that says something akin to 'What a bitch,' and then rises, following the woman whether or not she cares for him to. As he passes out of the bowl...
