Aborigen's Blog, page 19

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The naked man struggled to get comfortable in the glass’s concave bottom. “Don’t I get a phone call?”

Her Coercive Tone, 19: Imprisoned in Ass and Crotch

Was little Marco really nuzzling her pussy with his face? His entire face! She giggled into her palms.

Her Coercive Tone, 18: Plunging into the Lion’s Den

“Oh, my Goddess!” Marco cried, as Dorris’s living, greedy asshole sucked on his penis.

Her Coercive Tone, 17: The Long Haul

With a petulant sigh Dorris reached back and slid the tiny man under her waistband and between her plump butt cheeks.

Her Coercive Tone, 16: Scrub-a-Dub Part Deux

The idea of holding a wriggly little Marco and making him do something against his will was… frankly… arousing.

Her Coercive Tone, 15: The Late-Night Snack

Dorris swiped his feet into creamy dip streaked with green fibers and raised the naked little man to her face.

Nine Years Ago? Really?

If you'd asked me when I started this, I probably would've said four years ago.

The Bottles of Al’Qazr, Ch. 2

"Yeah, that'd be nice, to be able to have a pleasant conversation with you for once."

A Gathering of Friends and Lovers, pt. 3

Nor did the bartender sense any trouble in Ceci, who would not dispel the rare magic of the open bar.

A Gathering of Friends and Lovers, pt. 2

Lynn cursed and glanced at her company. In the middle of the booth, it wasn't easy to weasel out of this.