Acting with Animals: Part 1
I had wet wipes for cleaning up, a towel, peanut butter and vegetable oil. i started by applying peanut butter to my dick. dogs loved peanut butter. the love it.
Beating the Heat
You barely even know each other at this point \>you look down to see your wrist coated in peanut butter “god damnit…” \>you’re scrubbing peanut butter off your wrist in the sink when you hear claire’s door creak open \>your roommate shuffles into
Teaser: Pup Tent
I held the pills in one hand, and the jar of peanut butter in the other. gwen had written that the three-year-old was supposed to swallow the pills whole and that peanut butter worked because she gulped instead of chewing.
Digital Get Down
As would be expected i found an empty bag of chocolate peanut butter bugles sitting on the dashboard, devoid of even the tasty crumbs.
Late Night Snack
Bread, jelly, and lots of peanut butter. enough to nearly empty the jar, in fact. with a devious grin, he whispered to himself, "it'd be a shame to let it go to waste." closing his sandwich, he licked the knife clean and picked up the peanut butter jar.
Going Nuts
The peanut butter washed out with a bit of scrubbing. after ruffling her fur dry with the towels, she looked at herself in the mirror.
Catholic Bitch: Cathouse for Dogs
Only, when the peanut butter was gone, her ears went flat at his next sentence. "god, that...tastes _good_." at first she hoped he was still talking about the peanut butter, but a second later, she felt him ram his huge, wet tongue into her rigid mound.
Chocolate Syrup
All the while your chest is gliding across my tongue mixing with chocolate and small specks of peanut butter i placed on your shirt.
The Raccoons: A Camping We Will Go!
"ah," said bert, cracking open yet another peanut butter cola. "ralph and i spent so many summers up here, you wouldn't even believe it!"
Burgers and Dessert
Grabbing the jar, she began to struggle with the peanut butter. "no kidding about the chilled part... you gotta stop mixing the peanut butter and jelly like that!" "ugh, i know, i know.
Paying Mother's Rent: (1) Drunk and Angry
She then began to slather the peanut butter onto her son's genitals, coating his sheath and sack in the substance, earning her a moan from her pent up son.
Broken Pieces. Chapter Three.
They threw rocks at _me._ _i’m sorry._ “peanut butter, peanut butter baker’s man!” _i tried to shut them out, covering the ears i didn’t have with hands that didn’t even feel like my own. they had too few fingers to be mine. what happened to my nails?