The Perfect Sandwich
Yeah good point" he opened the sandwich again spreading on a good bunch more mayo and adding in some more olive oil, now making it to be what would be considered /extra/ olive oil and mayo.
#20(Food)
Johnny looks as david takes out a bottle of olive oil from the cupboard. "you're gonna use that for-" "yep, this is food play after all."
...to Baste You With!
Not the olive oil as he had intended, but a small bottle of utterly undiluted signature massage oil from work.
Dreams: Chapter 3
Whisk together the olive oil, oregano, lemon juice and black pepper. pour dressing over salad, toss and serve. as i got the ingredients from the fridge, my phone vibrated on the countertop.
Telemachus and Polites: The Dishonor Of The Self
"it's fine, use the olive oil." there was olive oil nearby. polites put it on his cock and fucked telemochus in the arsehole. "oh polites i need more lube!"
Arranged ch1
When she came back moments later, it was with an enormous bottle of olive oil in her paw. "thanks," will said, reaching out and taking it, trying not to drip too much onto the floor.
Sold!
Still trying to buy the last of his supplies, some olive oil for cooking and for lighting, it took a while for him to get five skins of olive oil.
Seventeenth Straight Sheridan Spring Spaghetti Social
"there's no olive oil ... " "are you serious?" field went to the cupboards (in, this, the kitchen of the sheridan friends church), and sniffed about. nose and whiskers! wide-eyed. "mm ... we'll just have to get some," adelaide reasoned.
Cooking with Scales: #1 Peter the Arcanine
I'll be using a nice onion and garlic suace with a bit of olive oil to crispy him up nicely." aaron says as he pulls a bowl of sause and a bottle of oil out.
The Cave of Horror
"exactly" she smiled coldly before dipping her hand in a bucket filled with olive oil, which she had brought with her as he walked closer.
Student Wrestling the Teacher
Exnetind one paw, he helped hauling up the older fur despite the olive oil making it hard, raising the buffalo's arm with his own once he stood on his hooves.
All the Better...
Hands which glistened as he dipped them into that bowlful of rich olive oil mingled with that other oily amber substance, and which soon were advancing towards george's quaking, desperately needy form.