The Pokedex Project 13: Lazy Days (DaneXMeowsticF)
There was something more in her scent, something sour and tart, a scent and flavor that he’d become far too familiar with over the past few weeks.
Love at First Sniff
There was something else beside the tart smell of deer, flowers, and melting snow in the air. something much sweeter. something no male in his prime could resist.
Miles and Garreth - Puppy Love - Part 1
A few granola bars, some oatmeal, and some old, probably stale, pup-tarts. i glanced at the clock. i had 5 minutes before i had to leave for the bus. i snatched a granola bar and walked into the entryway, where my backpack awaited me.
Love lust Part 1
Pulls out a pop tart and rushes out the door "bye mom! love you" rushes to the bus and takes a deep breath, makes his way to the back and opens his pop tart and begins to eat as he hears his name "yo! chris!"
To Fit in Among Felines
Another long half minute and serkan was practically spent, a few more drops oozing from his urethra onto damien's tongue, the tart, spicy flavor igniting lusty sensations.
Finding Release with Werewolves (part four)
It was all that he yearned for, eyes closed, inhaling deeply as the tart sweetness of bree’s pussy toyed around his nose and on his lips.
Who's the Boss?
Again, she moved reluctantly, this time leaning in to begin kissing and licking at the big monochrome bitches nethers, her nose wrinkling at the tart taste.
Chapter 2 Don't Go
Manner of death: strawberry tarts. manner of burial: cremation. ordered by: queen donica iv of varimore, wife of king bastian emerald of varimore, former princess of curith._ "strawberry tarts," etienne muttered angrily.
Party Favour
Immediately i sampled the tart, pungent aroma of his guts, the purest taste of ass any gay man – or anyone else adventurous enough – knew all too well.
Never Piss Off A Kobold: Part 2
Once the flow stopped, the human held it in his mouth, appreciating the tart, but also slightly sweet, flavor before gulping it all down.
A medieval birthing.
Instead of feeding it to himself, or his pet even, he decides to give the softened strawberry tart to their infant who gladly eats the soft, medieval baby food like strawberry.
Cuckolding the Wyvern
Rymal should have pulled back and away from him as he approached but there was something tartly sweet on the air, the cloying scent of sweetness almost so thick that it became something palatable, tangible.