Knots of Life, Part 2

Cody's arm shifted to the back of the futon, to gain a bit more balance. a warm, fuzzy tingle was slowly building it's way up. "ba...baxter...i'm not going to last much longer."

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Walk a Mile: Covert Ops: Cinder

The massive fox-beast instead lay next to the futon, placing her head on the end of the futon, peering up at sola, her eyes questioning. "you really don't remember do you?" the golden vixen said with a sigh, smiling, "i suppose that's for the best.

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The Beatdown

Wet warmth squirted from his shaft, painting all over the cushion of his expensive futon.

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A New Phase - Chapter 2

The two cats were sitting on his futon, each reading a book, while he smelled the scent of cooking from the kitchen.

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Fun with Bolt and Penny 12: Lofty Ambitions

He glanced over to the rubber carrot toy, laying atop the purple sheets of the futon. penny followed his gaze, then curled her fingers around the toy. "hmmm. guess we know what's still your favorite toy."

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Apartment E-7

Both have tried to unroll the futon, and actually succeeded the first few nights, but they decided it took far too much effort, so daniel would sleep along with luke in his bed until he got enough money for his own.

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Put Some Clothes on, Kim.

She relaxed back with her foot perched on the futon, jeff pleasing her, alec dealt with, and the liam ready to do her assignment for tomorrow. _yes, mother,_ she thought, sighing in pleasure, the queen of the flat.

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Caught In-Betwin

"lie down," he instructed to her, and squatted down, pulling the futon so that it was flat. alexis glanced at her sister, and lauren, who had lost her comfortable back-support, turned to sit cross-legged on the futon.

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How We Survive: Arc 2: Chapter 1 W.I.P.

Rather that was the futon at home, the squatter commune downtown, or ex-lover's houses. yes, the fox who doesn't believe in love still has his string of romances, or lack thereof.

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A Sore Loser

Artie grinned, gesturing to his futon where, buried within his coats and whatever else he had on there, a bottle of lube always rested.

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