Weekend in the city
As the young canine cook, slips out from under the table with his prize. hurrying off to the kitchens, as they had many patrons waiting for this prized dish. even as the panther swoops in with a big salad tray for the minotaur.
Pleasing your Friends
Samantha nodded as she bent under the table and slipped cynthia's g-string over her boots, taking it, she sat up, slipping it behind her mesh top and putting it in her cleavage.
A Cold Winter's Night
'get under the table, romark..' romark gulped. not for coins. not copper, not silver and not for gold.
Needs part 2
The young wolf under the table gave a soft grunt, gently caressing said nuts while he bobbed his muzzle harder. the idea of someone watching, someone not of his peers, only made him hornier for some reason.
There she is...Chapter 10
She waited till the server had left them alone again before her paws slipped off alex's lap and she glanced around before taking her coffee cup and slipping under the table. "ali? what are you..."
Corsi INC 10
As she did this, corsi looked around to insure everyone was well into his or her meals and she dove under the table unseen. from there she jumped down to the floor and up into the leg of his loose pants.
House Special
He offered before sinking to his knees, his eartips disappearing under the table until phil felt those two small paws grope up his shins.
Bowser's Royal Foot Slave: Filler (Between part 1 and 2)
Nathan held still for a few minutes, and only started moving again when he was sure that the other officers weren't going to peer under the table.
Friends Like These Chapter 8 - Facing Dad
Zella nodded holding hands under the table with snowball. "look i know your particular about these things...." "oh you think?! thats my baby girl there." "look. woul you rather it be someone else or someone you've known all his life?
Amber Silverblood: Rogue Wolf, Chapter Sixteen
Scrambling out from under the table, i followed him back into the restaurant. the place was still in shambles, but all traces of the two gargoyles had vanished.
The Diner
I heard her growl under her breath, a hand going under the table to rub at her thigh. she winced, putting her hand back on the table. "i'm sorry.." "don't feel sorry for me. i make do." "you know.."
Domestic Drama and Chocolate
I shook my head a little and felt my paws curl into fists, under the table, against my lap. "it varied a lot," i said, "but i made enough to buy this place." i might as well go all the way, i thought.