Howling at Nothing
We should start a bonfire and roast marshmallows." "we are not creating an open flame in our garden." "you're right. wolves didn't roast marshmallows. what was i thinking?"
Night Lights of July
Meanwhile, jude hauled over the ice chest from the trunk while bolt carried over the bag with the spare lighters and a bag of marshmallows.
Companions Chapter 26: Homeworld
With impeccable timing, fred pulled out a bag of marshmallows and toasted them as a "toast" to varyl, handing them out to eager hipponaurs who all instantly became his best friend.
A Taste of Something Else ~ Chapter 7
My heart hopped up into my throat again, and to try to hide my sudden nervousness, i reached forward to get another handful of marshmallows.
We All Cheer for Ice Cream
Cupping each by the base, jamie slowly caressed the tits as she brought her hands up around the marshmallow nipples. as she started squeezing the marshmallows, both girls felt their arousal increase.
A Swim for her Money, Part 1
Minutes later she returned with a decaf latte and cup of herbal tea, and a bag of marshmallows for them to roast over the fire pit. "thank you, you're so kind!" brea finally spoke up. "well you do look a bit uncomfortable honey.
Mission 01
As she leaned back and supported herself on her arms she looked over at the eagle and said, "wouldn't happen to still have a bag or three of those mini marshmallows around would you?
Long-since Dead Hero
Stay awesome my little cupcake marshmallow things filled with vanilla goodness. **
Sam´s Story Chapter 2 Part 3
Lara answered smiling and then we walked back into living cave and then she started to teach me while we ate lots of marshmallows i summoned, whit the spell.
The Gamble
After we'd sat down, had our dinner, and started on the traditional marshmallow roasting, jake asked a question i wasn't ready to hear. "dad, why'd you bring those boxes of papers?" i froze in place.
A Day at the Beach
It doesn't help that the marshmallow-like breast, while firm of flesh, shifts more like a fluid than a solid. from leaning in, brushing against a breast, to planting your hands down, and now...
Henry Rider: Clown Hunter, Chapter Twenty Eight
Where the fudge marshmallow chimichangas was i? the wombo world was gone. where dusty windows had let in the sunlight, there were now gray concrete walls. humming fluorescent bulbs bathed the scene in dull, lifeless illumination.