Sarabi's Crucible - Commission for SkywolfXIII
Sarabi lied back down onto the rug. "does my doggy like that?" xane pursed his lips and nodded. "mmmmmmmmm." "good." her paw came up from the rug and very gently grasped his shaft.
Mixed Feelings
They sat on the bed as dalton did his best to make up this rugged and phony personality. gardevoir was coaching him, pretending to be joy.
Forcing Obedience: Part One
With minerva roaring in climax, clawing at the rug, the moment was ripe for him to allow his pet lion-dog one reward, even if his pet would not remember it.
Movie Night
Logan was sprawled out one the middle of the rug, one leg raised as he lapped at his shameless erection that slowly pressed out inch by crimson inch.
Zootopia: The Wilde Bunch - Part 1
"mommy said she was gonna scalp my butt and make it into a rug," pouted eddie. "better be careful, pal," nick told his son. "butt rugs are the number one selling christmas gift this year." "you would know, wouldn't you, nick?"
Curse of the Succubus
He tried one more spell, panting words out, but she was faster—rolling them so he hit the rug again. he stared in disbelief as her conjured dress vanished, revealing her doe-succubus curves.
Nakai the Buck
Nakai sat cross legged on the deer skin rug, which his mind idly thought as he rested his paws on his furred knees, was ironic.
Wanna Bet?
It felt like the rug beneath him was expanding, but in reality his ass was just shrinking and sliding his taint across that unforgiving rug.
Wild Rose Country - Chapter 1
Apparently i had been sleeping on the floor, and on something that felt little more than a thick rug. my searching fingers groped about in the darkness. the rug felt more like coarse hair than carpet. i really didn't know what to think about that.
Of Demons and Dragoness', part one
Driven on by this sight, ropes panted and pounded her into the rug, the dragoness' tail thrashing furiously as she was fucked into a body-wracking orgasm that left her breathless.
After The Argument
Jackson's surprisingly hard cock spluttered seed onto the rug, the lion suspended in mid-air, his eyes rolling back with pleasure and pain all coming together in a blinding burn.
Happy Birthday
Janine led her convulsing son back onto the rug just in time for him to bend double and deposit a healthy dose of vomit, an angry reddish color, onto his feet and out two more feet in every direction.