Hearth Star: Scientific Curiosity
Off to waste processing... waste processing was a ship-wide garbage dump spanning the bottom three levels of the hearth star.
Raging Tiger, Chapter 3 - In The Pits
All i see is that you're here simply wasting my time." armin nodded. "then let's not waste any more time and i'll get to my second point. sometimes, there are ways to resolve a situation other than resorting to violence."
On My Heart
George: _can't waste time so give it a moment. (i can't waste time!) i realize, nothing's broken, no need to worry about everything i've done...live every second like it was my last one.
Open Office - Chapter 6
Even after cumming he kept stroking, unable to override the lust from being surrounded by so much waste.
Vectors of Filth - Coping
Immediately, he felt it pierce a rather mushy log of waste, but it didn't stop him from pushing further in. once he collected as much as he could, he scooped it back out, pulling the waste straight from the mink's ass and gulping it down.
Q and A to clarify things
The solid waste and remaining liquid is then passed on to the sewers, where it collects until being purged, either at a waste disposal station, or (ilegally) into open space. (maya does that usually for the sake of convenience).
Canines' Autumn Ch. 7: Two-Player
There's no time to waste, he thought. "ten-san, let's take a walk tonight."
Life is but a mystery.
Have i wasted it sitting in front of a screen? is that the reason why my kids never speak to me? because i was just like them?" life is but a mystery. there are those who would savor it. and there are those who would waste it.
Ode to the dragon
#4 of poetry # though thy teeth be sharp, and thy claws great, waste not thy strength on me, for thy beauty doth pierce mine heart worse than any wound.
Mission Improbable.
------------------------------ the monitors of the waste control office began flashing, indicating the rapidly diminishing number of chemicals and waste that was seemingly draining out of the pool. "hey, what's going on?!
Kinktober 2024 Sketches 6-11
The thick, dense mud of her waste piled up over itself, sinking slowly downwards beneath its own heft and give.
Last Call (Story)
He continued to spread filth over her chest until she almost resembled a brown furred pony, chunks of his waste rippling her chest.