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.

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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.

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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

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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.

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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

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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)

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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.

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The Snake Goddess: Chapter four

She reached down and gripped the cushions in her claws as she was pounded from both sides.

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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..."

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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.

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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.

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