Serge's
She didn't care at this point though; she would take eating heads of lettuce over the nasty goop she had been eating for breakfast and dinner everyday for the past eternity. at least lettuce was real food.
The Perfect Sandwich
Amount of excitement as he tore at it with his various ridges and bumps, pulsing a good amount more creamy precum directly on the lettuce leaf as his body quivered a small bit.
Pseudo-castration
And his hard-on wilted like lettuce in the sun, even tho' it kept dribbling pre-cum. about five or six guys later jerome was moaning and dribbling his first load onto the couch cushions.
Chapter Five - McDonald's!
Cammy said as she picked at some of the lettuce. "but still..." "still nothing." electra said as she handed one to stratus. "it's good!" "hey, bolt wants one too."
Chpt 4- Finding One's Place
The unicorn smiled and walked over to the table taking her place at one of the plates as tom place a toasted scrambled egg sandwich with a leaf of lettuce.
Jumping Hurdles
Milo threw in lettuce, spinach leaves, basil, cucumber slices and croutons before chopping carrots.
The Vore Whores
He opened the door and let in a burly marten and a pair of skunks, all clad in what appeared to be loincloths made of lettuce and smelling something like barbecue sauce. "colt." i dragged the bear into the hall.
What People Do
A bed of frilly lettuce and cherry tomatoes had been laid down on it, and on that had been laid the bound form of what had apparently been the duke's servant.
The boy who fell through time PART 3
Our farm was full of food and drink—we had rice, potatoes, lettuce, cabbage, carrots, and wheat. we also had corn for the animals. on warm days or cool nights, kamui and i lay under the trees by the river.
A Hard Donk at the Office (Donkey TF)
Soon, familiar hunger pangs started plaguing his guts, and barry was thankfully he'd purchased a large quality of lettuce. this time, he didn't even bother to make a salad.
Cassandra IV
Signs were everywhere - a small park outside what might have once been a school bore signs of cultivation, straight rows of something akin to lettuce growing in weed free soil.
Giving the Ghost
Over the scent of sliced tomato and crisp lettuce, he could smell his own salt. he was whining and panting, little hips thrusting out.