Prologue: Fall of the Champion
Staring at those tiles gave mark an idea –one crazy enough that it might actually work. “vitesse! use one of the tiles to intercept it!" mark called. _'i hope this works,'_ he added darkly in his mind.
Turbo's Uni Adventures - Chapter 1
From the rain that came earlier that day, the balcony was washed off and the tiles were still damp which was an advantage to turbo as he took his dildo and pushed it down firmly against the tile to allow the suction cup to stick before crouching down above
Like Something Out of a Story
Zev slid to the floor on his rump, the sheer force of his new tonnage striking the tile shattering most of the ones located underneath him and making the entire house tremble.
Public Pool
To take your mind off of the sensation as he starts to pump, the otter pushes your cock against the tiled wall, rolling it a bit as it throbs in his paw.
Night at the Gym Pt 2/2
The dragon's cheek was pressed against the cool tile of the stall, moving up and down with each thrust.
Batboy
His uncut length throbbed hard under him and ropes of pearly white cum began painting the tiles, only to be washed away by the hot water.
Chapter 11. waking up
I awoke it felt like i'd just been thrown of a building looked down and around me, i was sitting at a glass table facing a mirror, there was a black tile upon the table with a purple gel on it, it was also on the side of my face where my head had lay
Too Little Too Late
My grey wolf ears twitched and the sound of claws on tile. i shifted in my seat, full of anticipation as i heard the other person pass my stall into the connecting one.
On The Fifth Day of Kinkmas
Some tiles were cracked, a peppering of white stone dust and black enamel scattered across an uneasily stained floor.
Peter’s Punishment
He bounced in the air when he came down his foot paws bounced off the springy tiles that covered the floor. this propelled him into the air a second time. his bloated abdomen didn't like this movement at all.
A Hypnotist's Lay-Day
Even as he spoke, the fire-type was getting to work, kneeling down onto the tile floor and reaching forward with his rough, somewhat dirty talons.
You Never Open Up to Me Anymore
He began typing furiously, the tapping sound cacophonous in my newly-tiled bathroom.