Best Friends Either Way
In the space between was a beanbag chair and a few random hacky sacks. jack laid back in the beanbag chair, throwing a hacky sack up into the air and catching it, while russell continued to work.
Chapter Two
Spirit asked, from the midst of a particularly large beanbag. "as accepting as you, if not more; open, warm, friendly and trusting to a ridiculous degree.
XI: Big things are afoot
Mina sat on my lap, sinking in my cleavage like another smaller, warmer, leakier beanbag, her thighs caressing my shaft, her pussy grinding on the base as i felt her shake with small but constant orgasms.
Good Intentions
Still wearing only his shirt and boxers, totally unaware they had company, will plopped down onto a beanbag chair, taking special care not to spill his breakfast.
Drone Therapy
The cursor blinked on the screen for a long time, until louie sat back onto the beanbag. “it is against my programming to cause you undue distress...
Open House: A Pink and Blue Diaperfur Identity Adventure: Level Two
The dog shook his head and staggered up out of the beanbag chair. "great," he muttered, staring at his spreadsheet glumly. "how are we going to catch up to callie now?"
Another Successful Mission
Recently, his beanbag chair had been too flat...many evenings with wizzie had worn it out, and it was due for a replacement any time now. leaning back into the pillow, he sighed.
After Match Revenge (Lilypad's commission)
Almost immediately trisha scurried over on the beanbag chair and curled up in lilian's arms.
Vore Day '24 Story - Indulgence
Time almost seems to stop here, as i picture in my head how masculine and powerful my rhino must look, his big pot belly still rising and falling softly in his sleep while a lion-shaped bulge fills his member as it dangles off the side of the bed and a beanbag
First Time Daddy
First time daddy first time daddy leaning back into the beanbag chairs set around the hookah, max lit the coals, put the top back on, and leaned back, taking a deep breath of the smooth molasses flavored, smoking, blowing it out of his nose with a satisfying
Tina's Story Chapter 83 Obedience School - A Gray Muzzle story
The floor was padded, and there were a few beanbag pillows. it was then that he walked in. "he" was a massive mastiiff, with a german accent. "vell, vat do we haff here?" he carried a leather riding crop. he turned to his assistant.
A Perfect Fit
The living room was the typical of a stoner, the beanbag chair whooshing air as he plopped into it, his outfit for the date laid out on the coffee table, a black polo shirt and matching slacks, the best possible option for the night, the price tags still hanging