Tamed by the Triceratops by VT Bonds
She… she… she’s really having sex with a triceratops.

She… she… she’s really having sex with a triceratops.

This story feels like it’d been rushed out within a few days.

Here’s another heroine that has no plan B but insists loudly that she’s fine.

This is the best story from this author that I’ve read so far, but still…

Holy crap, is that Matt Walsh?

It needs to be girthier and longer.

Only for fans of the lead actor’s shirtless body, and even then, why not just go look at a picture.

The heroine doesn’t deserve any of the happiness that falls onto her lap.

I don’t know why the author tries so hard to make her story as boring as… well, her last name.

Yes, it has fallen and it sure can’t get up.
