Gotta Jet
The floor was well-carpeted with a plush material, feeling intensely soft between the rodent's hands and feet. only one exit was visible here, and a beastly oak door blocked the view to outside.
The Reluctant Hero
The glass didn't shatter on the carpet, but the liquor would leave a stain. i swore and hurried into the kitchen to grab some paper towels. trying to stop the scotch from soaking into the carpet reminded me of my second dose of reality.
Clifford and Emily's Alone Time 4 - Cleaning up
"how are we going to clean this carpet," emily ponders as it squishes with cum under her feet. "we have a wet vacuum in the garage but the floor with still be hard and crusty.
The Last House on the Block
The carpet, and the carpet of dust gathered over the years, muffled the sound. still, a dull thump could be heard, or more precisely, felt.
Chapter 6: A First Time For Everything
As it got down further it knocked over the pitcher spilling it onto the rug but to holis's amazement the small vines he had seen toy with alesta seemed to push into the fibers of the carpet soaking up his cum and pre till when he put a hand on it, the carpet
A "Milky" Present
The christmas tree lights twinkled off the pink of her ears and she chuckled lightly to herself as she sprung across the carpet, wolfish glee taking over. who was there to see her?
Mouthfeel
Proxy inhaled deeply on his friend's overpowering cologne and nuzzled into the softness, his belly pressing pleasantly into the immense carpet that was his friend.
The Deal
The carpet felt different through the tights, but he was far more distracted by the feeling of his thighs rubbing together. he gingerly lifted up the leotard, the tutu rustling and crinkling softly.
Temptations
Colours whirled past her - the green carpet, the cream walls, vague figures nearby - but who cared about that when wave after wave of pure bliss were rolling through her?
Hook, Line, and Sinker
For a solid two minutes the wolf came, fucking long and hard all the while, before collapsing and rolling onto his side on the ruined, sopping carpet.
Lather
If she tried to roll over, she'd be plagued with shallow, easily-disturbed nightmares about carpets ten feet thick, every fibre soaked with boozy-smelling puke.
Zal's Chronicles - Chapter 5: Freedom?
Zal clenched onto the carpet, feeling the moans escape his lips.