The Public Execution Center
spit-roast, oven-roast, stew, pan-fried, or sushi? fox i didn't mean that literally, you turkey. it was an insult. tell you what, though... how about a last fuck? wolf glad to oblige. let me revise my greeting.
The Pleasures of Control
Thyero wasted no time, opening the oven and pulling out a large roast turkey, putting it down on the counter and shutting the oven off.
Playing God: Hellenic
I shudder a little bit as his cool saliva covers my warm, cummy shaft and i close my eyes while resting my hands on his head.
Redwall - Dirthaven, Part 1
The roasted inn was just that, a place to get the best roasted food all around town.
Blazing Phoenix
Although she had offered the guest to spit roast her. boy, he'd beat feet pretty fast when they brought out the skewer. as much as he wanted to sit and think about it, there were more pressing matters at hand.
Bors: A Warmaster Jack Novella - Part Six
I couldn't help looking over at the roasting boars, one of them still kicking feebly trying to get off the spit, and thinking that could be kett. it took the shine off the party, and i made my way to the outskirts and then back to jack's rooms.
A&B Chapter 8
He checked the meat with a fork, thinking it needed to be roasted for a couple minutes more. blake followed him to the kitchen, whose appetites was stimulated by the ambrosial aroma of the roast. he sniffed hard, "that smells soooooo good!"
fun meal
Soon the smell of roasting rabbit filled the clearing as he slowly turned it on a spit made out of green hazel wood.
Don't Spoil a Pet!
The roast had finally finished as well, and the firelizard simply bumped night out of the way, opening the oven himself and essentially climbing in to munch away at the roast within it. > > the bewildered typhlosion simply took off his apron, shaking
The Snuffer Tale VI
Daryl moaned as some saliva came out of his mouth and his hard shaft started to leak. brent pushed his tongue inside of his client's mouth and enjoyed every second of it.
Tales of Airethe 6: More Questions Than Answers
Then lemia titters nastily to herself before shrugging, sighing, and preparing to carve another slice from the roast.
Sara's Story - Chapter 6
We had to put her on a spit and roast her over the fire. she was done as the sun neared the horizon and the bandits began to party. each of us slaves got large bowl of the stew and a piece of her meat and had to eat it.