Wilson is sitting in his office, his shades drawn and his door locked. He's shoved his trousers down just enough so he can stroke himself while keeping his legs spread. Mr Flibble is on his hand, with his beak wrapped around Wilson's cock. Wilson closes his eyes and throws his head back, sinking down into his chair as he strokes himself...
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Date: 2007-05-21 07:24 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-05-21 08:31 am (UTC)*tries to fit House into the slash*
Nah...
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Date: 2007-05-21 08:44 am (UTC)*cough*
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Date: 2007-05-21 08:40 am (UTC)Actually, I can imagine House with a sock puppet... no, brain! Don't go there!
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Date: 2007-05-21 08:44 am (UTC)