The Redeem: Chapter 9
There's an actual key in the cushions." "well, get back over here and try it out then!" he said. i picked up my pace and ran to the door, sliding the key in with ease.
Scott's Remote | Chapter 2
He walked over to a cabinet, making sure to push his cushioned crotch against the bottom drawers as a reminder to his current state and opened up a cabinet door.
Its Good To Be Top Dawg (NEW RAUNCHINESS AND EDITS!!!)
The larger male leaned down and mashed his face into the cushions against his cheek with his broad paw. the hyena kneeled down and spread the lithe fox's cheeks until he could see his dainty pink little pucker.
Coming to Terms: Chapter 20
The rough fabric scratched against his cheek as he pressed his face deeper into the cushions.
Idle Hands
As soon as she put her butt down on the seat, she sank into the couch like the cushions were worn out from repeated quests.
Blue
I gestured to the worn down sofa and the vulpine quickly made himself at home as he flopped down hard on the cushions with a relieved sigh.
Goes Unpunished
He passed the captain chair, making it spin a few revolutions before leaping over the backrest of the helm and landing heavily in the familiar cushions behind the pilot controls.
Righting Your Wrongs (Chapter 5)
Picking myself up off the cushioned floor, i turned around and examined the rest of the deserted room. absolutely no sound could be heard, and there was no movement to see.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 60
Nicholas yelled, tearing cushions off the couch and tossing them to the floor helter-skelter. "it's right there!" bartholomew yelled back, frantically buttoning his own coat with shaking fingers. "where?" "on the coat rack! where it's always been!
Book of Particles: Silver Stream Memory 5
It had two chairs and a blue cushioned stool. on top of it was a napkin holder and various junk including sophie's cat food. then, to the left was the garbage can and cardboard trash next to it.
Galaxy: part 3
In one corner of the living room was a faint blue screen that was surrounded by blue couches and cushions. he could only presume this was their version of a tv.
Sleepy Mornings With a Hyperactive Dragon
Her tail wags the cushions back and forth. "isn't it hard to think with your mind like that all the time?" he asks, smiling at her with his head cocked. "i don't know!" she smiles. "girlie, that's my point. you need to slow down sometimes."