Pressures
Her mother got up out of the recliner. amber began to back away, but her mother didn't make any advances.
*Cub* Pumping Chelsea 2 - 2017
When he jerked the flesh up hard enough to make the recliner bounce, the top of her inner labia slid along her long fat clitoris.
Fur one and fur all! (Part 9)
The only objects in the stark, completely white room were a door and a recliner, both straight out of a sci-fi movie. i was currently sitting on the white recliner, disturbed only by some brown hairs and a few drops of blood, fresh.
A Good Father Figure
It has been one of those days at work again and the old husky finally wanted to park his ass in the recliner in front of the tv again! "hmmp...?" the big dog noticed a small boy sitting on his porch.
SOTT: Chapter 1: Simply Fantasising
He wasn't wearing any sneakers and his feet were propped up in the recliner as he continued to play his game.
Skunked it up this time
Gerald grimaced but he didn't have much time to think about it before the fox grabbed him by the hand and pulled him back to the recliner. the fox was beyond worked up from the look of his erection bouncing with his steps.
The SISSYX Review
Behind the wolf on the other side of the recliner, friday leaned over and tapped the black disc, which was a little smaller and far lighter than a hockey puck.
Refuge in the Woods
"only a bit...nothing's wrong, markus," he then sat up from the recliner, then quickly changed the topic, "so what's for breakfast?" deep down, a significant part of me demanded to ask cherry how he really felt.
Maintaining the Bond
Taking the place previously occupied by the equine on the recliner, she stretched out both legs, sighing as tense muscles released.
Thorwaways - an AC Fanfic
She gets up and parks herself on the end of pecan's recliner and leans in. -listen babe, you can spend a life time being embarrassed, beating yourself up for who you were in those good times.
Cherry: Chapter 15 - Refuge in the Woods
He then sat up from the recliner, then quickly changed the topic, "so what's for breakfast?" deep down, a significant part of me demanded to ask cherry how he really felt.
Teaser: It's Not His Party, but...
I was sitting back in the recliner, the eight-year-old, four-legged german shepherd/husky mix curled up in my lap.