"Bowser Jr.'s Big Mistake" - Story by Kaz
Finally, the whiffs of the stink stopped and were replaced by the persistent presence of the mildew-like odor.
Making Up the Difference 2
He took in whiff after whiff, letting himself get hooked on the odor's intoxicating effect. he let out sounds of satisfaction and began to muzzle against the curvature of the sweaty pit.
The ballad of Daelin (W.I.P.)
I sit down at the bar and take in a whiff. my canine nose fills with the smells of sex, booze, and blood. but by now it's all you really get to know....
Scooby Doo the Beach Babe
Just like his ass, the smells wafting from the pair of orbs was strong and heavy, lingering in your nose long after you took a whiff of them. "rike 'em?" scooby asked, looking down at his new friend.
Office Heat
He took a deep whiff of her scent, the heady aroma of her heat filled his nostrils. he could feel his cock begin to grow in his pants, god above he wanted to breed her so badly.
The Hideout [COMMISSION]
It smelled simply awful, intoxicatingly sweet at the first whiff, which after a short time started transitioning to the stench of a rotten egg.
The Brothel
Hoping the hippowdon wasn't listening, harold took deep whiffs of the daisy does, taking in that scent. it stirred his loins to life and his sheath began to unfurl.
Well, he already knows..
The doberman pressed his muzzle against one of my soles, giving it a good whiff before giving it a soft lick. i felt a shiver down my spine as my tail flinched into a sway.
Warming up the Winter
Suel took a long whiff, then stood up. he was too aroused to tease her. instead, he grabbed hold of her meaty flanks with his little raptor arms and shove his reptilian cock forth, pushing straight inside her blossoming cunt.
How It Goes - Part 14
Scott closes his eyes and takes a deep whiff of the bear. "i think i only want a particular bear anyway..." * * * * * * * * * in the air is the aroma of lasagne.
Caught Without Consequences
Piers was the first to press his nose to it, taking a deep whiff and shuddering from the blinding reek. he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the tip, swirling his tongue over the soft, cheesy substance that clung to it.
Part XIV - Pity's Long-Broken Urn
No stray whiff of taqueria or backyard barbecue or above-ground swimming pool. no smell of alcohol and cologne, of sweat and arousal, of leather and desire and maybe a surreptitious whiff of poppers mingling promiscuously in the air.