Chapter 1: I'm Not Your Brother
David hurled a pillow at her and she fell back into the cushions, catching it hard against her face. david stiffened when he heard a moan.
A Little Something More.
She grinned, pressing her hips up against the back of the couch, leaning her body over the back to lay her hands against the cushions.
Alcohol Leads to Cinnful Siblings
The bright blue dragon, his wings cushioning his body as he rested against the couch, watched with wide and eager eyes, his tongue flickering past his lips as fyr dug her claws into the arm of the couch and started to climb over it, the small gap between her
Trucker Bears - Grunt
Breaking you in, making you soft and palatable like a cushioned seat. so you're grunting and moaning, blushing a little as the guys have made you just a little bit conscious, but it's too friendly an atmosphere for any real insecurities to build.
The Only Way to Play
He'd get everything ready in advance, setting up a little den for himself in front of the large tv in his apartment's living room; soft cushions laid out on the floor with a plate of cookies or some candy and a bottle of soda with a re-useable straw resting
The Snake Goddess: Chapter Three
He looked up from his pile of cushions. "can we keep him?" he asked before falling asleep. the end (of chapter three)
Just After Happy Hour
He groaned, his shaft pulsing as ropes of cum splattered against his own hand and the cushions. it was just spurting out of him, being pumped by his fat balls.
Dealing with the boss
Butch moans and clenches his teeth when he releases his seed in the rectum of lou, the smaller dog's rectum becomes flooded with semen that he oozes the exterior and it stains the sofa cushions.
The Snake Goddess: Chapter four
She reached down and gripped the cushions in her claws as she was pounded from both sides.
Twin High Jinks
Ryan struggled against the couch and rolled towards the gray wolf, sliding from the cushions to kneel at the side. "get your legs down, here..."
Good Girl
The husky's tail began to slowly thump against the couch cushions, a shy smile finally appearing on her face. "i am..." she whispered.
The Knife
And it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, nothing matters but that he's got his pants down, i can't wait for him to free himself from his boxers: with a shove i force him down onto the sofa, face-first into the cushions.