Eighteen Problems
He buried his muzzle into the cushions, an embarassed whine escaping from him. “altus, tell me." stern, yet soft. the kantonian ninetales tried burying himself deeper into the cushions but eventually relented, cocking a hindleg.
The Lewd of Spyro - Chapter 5
Ignitus was leaning on the nearby cushions, whilst cyril and terrador were seated next to each other on the cushions, both nursing hardening erections as they watched the lewd show in front of them.
Davidon's Monster Menagerie: The Slime
Cool air only touched it for a moment before the warm gel oozed downward between his cheeks and pooled over the cushions under the bovine's spread legs.
A Shelter from the Cold
Leaning back against the cushions, she reached up to stroke the dragoness's snout, watching a smile play with the reptilian features, softening them and removing all traces of the predator.
Midnight Mischief, Part One
Paws roamed up her torso as he took a grip of one of her breasts, forcing her face from the cushions. "this busy woman n-never has time for her needs," she admitted.
Own Goal
The unicorn's black skin flexed around hir svelte body as shi slouched into the cushions, muzzle open in a soundless cry.
Burying Two Bones With One Dog [Sketch]
Maybe if we were at home, but this – isn’t our couch-” she groaned out, thumped her head against the cushions, and after another breathless moment managed to lift it back up. “though i’m… feeling the same, a little bit.
Portal Chastity Belt
Eyazen's butt dug into the cushions and his back arched - the most glorious climax was around the corner.
Curiosity Bloated the Mouse
He placed himself down onto his back on the cushions, sliding his head between her legs and lifting his muzzle up to her sex, fingering and lapping at her.
Com: Spyro's New Predicament
The dragon reflexively gripped the cushions he laid on instinctively biting the corner on one of the cushions. ignitus was big inside his mouth, but in his ass? it was like ignitus had grown ten times bigger all of a sudden!
Catching Up to the Big Guy
Heart gasped, flopping back onto the couch, ignoring the dribbles of seed soaking into the cushions around him as his heart raced.
Part 3: Food, Fun and just Friends?
The brown drake frowned and kneaded the cushions he lay on with his large paws. "nah, i'm happy here. comfy cushions, great coffee, aircon seems cooler than usual, but otherwise i'm fine." "well, don't let me stop you from writing your book."