Window Shopping
The store was large but also very cramped with multiple circular racks scattered about the store's floor. various shirts and dresses hung on the rack in many different colors and sizes.
An Illicit Thrill
Two of them were working on the rack, adjusting it in some way, isaac assumed to size it properly for him.
Arranged ch1
Will grabbed it and took it back to his old bedroom, snatching up a fork from the dish rack as he walked past. he didn't remember eating it. he barely registered the room itself.
Daring Clothes
Walking inside she stepped past racks of strange outfits in leather, then racks of lycra and velvet, and finally, towards the back she spotted all the latex.
Udderly Strange: Fruit Milk
All of the cargo being taken away from the train, was immediately sent to the far opposite end of the warehouse and placed on the quickly-filling black storage racks. the racks at our end were brown and faintly smelled of oatmeal.
Gloryhole Daddy...
Finding himself in a small back room, with racks and racks of gaudy porno's. all with big breasted vixens smiling at him from a thousand glossy covers. on the far side of the room were two doors, one leading into the front of the shop.
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Twenty-Ninth Entry
Pathfinding: an adult choose your own adventure twenty-ninth entry by gideon kalve jarvis **vote tallies** a - 2 b - 17 \* rack - 16 \* urta - 1 \* greymuzzle - 10 \* one-eye - 4 \* lysha - 1 c - 2 \* rack - 2 d - 1 - 6 \* advise
Industrial stupidity
A few of the anthros in the racks ears twitched or even looked over, but non of them tried to say anything, tried to struggle in their bonds.
Tod is in over his head
The white wolf standing next to the rack of toys, with his bright blue member bobbing freely in the air, quickly picked out the heavy wooden paddle at the top of the rack and brought it over to trade.
Friday Night
He opened the box and tossed the fox a tile rack. "okay, that's no problem..." he caught the wooden rack and set it on the table, sitting down and getting comfortable.
Rocking To Another Beat
Right away he skated over to one of the racks of music, the roller blades strapped tightly to his hoof like feet. he always went to that same rack.
The Webb clan chapter 1
"you may take your pick of any weapon on this rack" our guide pointed to a small rack of weapons. my son grabbed a scythe off the rack and swung it experimentally. "i don't know about that turok.