A Kitsune Vixen's Adventure, Ch. 2
Inside where racks of potions set against the walls, and a table-top chemistry set was spewing foul smelling fumes. i saw a man in a blue robe, and walked up to him. "are you the shop-keeper?", i asked. he nodded his head. "myrtok's my name", he said.
New School... Old Problems Part 1
The water splashed over the table and the various bits of paper on the table-top; it trickled over the edges and onto the bear's lap.
Dinner for Two, Entertainment for One
She flowed, as if liquid disinterested in diffusion, and the end of her wave had her drumming her claws across the table top. its thick coating yielded only ever so, her own smooth nails constantly threatening to glide, rather than dimple.
Corrupting Amerilia: Chapter 7
The way she lewdly and proudly lapped up every drop of cum off of the table top was unlike anything amistella had ever seen dandi do. she looked crazed, her body shaking from one powerful orgasm to the next.
Coming to Terms: Chapter 4
He went straight back to a table in the library, dropped his book bag on the floor, and let his head fall forward and thump against the wooden table top as time passed around him.
New Year's Deer - Part 3/4
She came instantly, roaring so loud objects rattled on the wooden table tops. by the time her orgasm ended, her feminine nectar was dripping from my elbow.
Kidnapped Dream
The table top disintegrated as it tried to get through his face. a loud wuring suggested the robot arm had tried to shoot her, but the dream world operator hadn't time to see what happened.
Letting Down - Monday
As she did so, she felt her breasts press down on the table top. with a small giggle of surprise she pulled back and looked down at herself. "what is it?"
Confusion, How Confusing: Chapter 5: Brad's Pad
The wolf started to pick up empty cans and plates off of a few table-tops, bringing them then to the kitchen. his eyes glided around the room, finally eying the sink and placed the cans and plate beside it.
The Dark Streets - Reboot Preview
A lone figure broke up the landscape of empty space, seated and leaning forward towards the table as he guided the pencil held within his grasp along the paper that was held fast to the table top by tape along its four corners.
The Surrendered Exhibition
The wolf writhed as best he could on the table top, impaled upon max's cock, as it rode through, over, and under him until it felt like it tingled at the very tips of his paws, and ignited under the heave of his chest.
NTR
Her hand trembling slightly as she wiped off the table top where she and her coworkers would eat their lunches. "kathy?" he asked her from behind and she jumped. she felt his broad and strong hands rest over her shoulders. "y-yes? yes sir?"