King's Company I
He continued this until he found himself grabbing the last snack left in the box; a single slice of honey and butterscotch pie.
Wiggly Kimi
They also got the extra-special, very limited, butterscotch flavored pudding! that, however, is another story. mmm...
Make the Most of It
He's holding out a creaming looking concoction that smells strongly of butterscotch. i down the shot when i see him take his and i have to admit it's pretty tasty. "so you come here even on your days off?" i ask wondering.
Drive Me Batty
Submissive or not, the mouse was on top, his butterscotch hips grinding rhythmically between the bat's spread legs. which, like her wing-arms, were wrapped around him possessively. a slick squelching filled the gaps between their noises.
You are filled with APPREHENSION...
. \* you awaken, hours later, to a slice of homemade cinnamon-butterscotch pie. \* after last night... the smell fills you with apprehension.
Snowed In With You
"oh, butterscotch!" one of his paws pushed up on the leg she wasn't laying on. meadow got the hint. she raised it upward, exposing her loins to him, wet with anticipation and need.
Making an Ass 0 - Origins of a Weredonkey
The cock began pushing out, the head slipping from the furry sheath, the pink member a stark contrast to the butterscotch colored fur covering the sheath.
College Daze - Chapter 1 - Jason
It was a mix of baileys, butterscotch schnapps and whipping cream. it was really quite tasty, despite it's name. after we both decided we had had enough to drink, we decided to go into the lounge in the back to talk for a bit.
Stripes, Chapter 6: Hook, Line, and Sinker
Enrique laughed, digging among the shelves and producing a bottle of butterscotch schnapps. "you win. for some reason i wasn't expecting that one." "so what is it you could go for?" sam rumbled, grinning. "the drink, or...?" ric sighed.
Horsecock 101
"darn it emma, when i said i wanted less stress this isn't what i had in mind..." she mumbled to herself, her butterscotch ears twitching as she heard an unexpected sound.
Underfoot Fetishtale
"alright, so if memory right, the password is butterscotch..."
A Little Wrung Out
Her smile lit up the room, and the tone in which she spoke; half way between that of a mother and an elementary school teacher addressing her class, immediately made the coyote blush as he suddenly pictured her with horns and offering him a butterscotch