RSH- Invasion
A soldier stepped forward, clad in acus that looked like they'd gone through a bath in motor oil. he wore a staff sergeant's stripes, and a faded name tape read maik. "you picked a dangerous time to come walking through here.
On Fucking my Girlfriend’s Brother
The sunlight poured into the garage that smelled like old motor oil and grease. i'd always enjoyed that smell in moderation, but the circulation provided by the light autumn breeze was still welcome. mr. troy was a mechanic, and a good one at that.
The Horrors of Stonebury 4
His spirit is inspiring, but it's all a facade...and even if it weren't, the islanders come around every few hours and pin him down, before pouring more of that same, mysterious liquid down his throat...it looks like motor oil, and it carries a fragrance of
Zootopia: First Strike part 11
"no....you may not because you stink of motor oil." grace replied. "get cleaned up you filthy thing?" "hah!" alex yelped! "take that big brother!" grace looked at alex. "you stink worse. both of you go take a shower or a bath before dinner?"
Time to Spare
He smelled like a mix of motor oil and sweat. it was unpleasant, but when he reached down to start stroking his cock she found a third scent in the mix.
Jackie-The-Junior Blackmail
One liberal coating of dish soap later, i rid my hands and forearms of all the motor oil they collected. at the price of making my fur there all frizzly looking and a bit rough to the touch.
Saving the Sha'khari 2 - The Hard Life and Mentoring
Now i'm going to go change into something i can soak in motor oil, and you'd better still be here and ready to work when i get back, or never let another soul see you on the same block as my daughter again."
The Mad Mansion of Dr. Moreau: Game 3, Finale!
Spike smelled of sweat and sex (especially hers) and motor oil and gasoline, and was currently underneath the lawn mower, turning a wrench.
Twee Sitting
. > > wiping motor oil from her pads with a paper towel, tricia hollered, "you girls in the tub yet?" from the giggling squeals that echoed back to her, she doubted the hypothesis.
Wylde Fyre - Chapter Ten
The three men and woman in the seats of the hummvee, and their individual markers and distinctive olfactory cues; the thick scent of the motor oil, fuel, metals and plastics of the vehicle and the heavy scent of the other vehicles on the road around him, all
Zootopia Fiction: Buckies part 1
His father didn't take to well with his son wanting to be a baker, one of your old fashion types who thought females were best tied to a rope in the kitchen while males should be out breaking things and dripping motor oil.
Red Winter - Steel Beasts
"i duct taped the holes in the various hoses, put in a new battery, and refilled the motor oil," she replied confidently. after a second she noticed sheppard's curious stare. "what? my dad's a technician for toyota, he taught me some things."