A man and his wife share a conversation, but he can't get a word in. She' learned a few secrets about her husband that he hasn't been willing to discuss with her before now.
BallOdes is a series of unrelated erotic poems, mainly about the male genitalia and the sexual satisfaction derived from the blatant exhibition of same. The title is a play on the words "ballads" and "odes", combining both as "BallOdes", or ballads to balls. These poems are dedicated to those who have them and those who love them: Long may they swing!
A super sentient being takes over earth with an army of horny mind altered humans that aggressively mate with chosen human women.now the humanity strikes back using the same women
Many people tell of the Bang Bus, trekking it's way cross-country to find as many lovely and eager ladies to shag as possible. But this time they find women from all over the worlds of cartoons and beyond to have fun.
WRITTEN BY MICHAEL: It all started when I noticed a hickey on my wife's neck. I just got a glimpse of it but I knew instantly what it was and that I hadn't put it there.
In a furry world goverment sponsors places like it to help people make their relations deeper. Many fox girls can fall in love with Rex, mail doberman, but he wants to become the legend, and thou he is going to win in the tournament against many odds. Action and plot supports detailed descriptons of many well-lkown characters, such as Nicole Waterson, Diana Foxington, Judy Hopps and a lot of more.
Sex Contents: Much Sex | Genre: Historical Tags: Historical, Cuckold, Interracial, Black Male, Black Female, White Male, White Female, White Couple, Masturbation, Voyeurism Downloads: 4532 | Votes: 188 | Score: 1.29 Size: 42KB | 7,814 words |
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Clarita owes the mountain her seventh daughter’s seventh daughter. Michelle breaks every salt line she finds. Hate becomes hunger, hunger becomes rope and brand and fist. To keep the witch in the walls fed, they pay with blood, welts, hot wax, and shattering squirt under the Mothman’s red eyes. Love here is a debt paid in screams and perfect surrender. The ridge claimed them. They claimed each other harder.