A Picture's Worth Her Words
But he was thankful he had stopped his paw, even though his cock seemed to be pointing right at her, and that the cooking meet would hide his musk.
The Plight -- First morning, today.
Twirls, and the hands of the bigger man seize his cock and press it against his own, the bigger member underside beating against his own as he feels the man peeling back his foreskin, the wetness of the moisty pre being smeared around his shaft's tip, as the musky
Drunk Dobies Don't Mix - 1
\* This is a very much long in the works installment in my series Bent Over Behind The Barracks. I have decided to try a new kind of format for this part of the stories, publishing it in short sections over a period of time. This way, I can keep...
My Dear Optic
I nuzzled my snout on his bulge and i gave long, slow lick on it while i also took a deep breath on his musky scent, optic just gave a long moan of pleasure that was almost in the pace of my licking, i was wrong, this was heaven for me, i then took his underwear
Daily Mischief - Runner's paw
There was a musky odor in the air a mix between an old gym bag and stale pizza. the tiny coyote could hear the rooms resident snoring softly above.
Proyecto FUR 4
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Scent of a stain
He was not wearing underpants, and the full smell of musky male hyena hit my nose, and i shuddered.
Gym Showers – Closing Time
Okay, so I decided to write something I could do and post in small installments, to keep my creative juices flowing, and nothing too serious, of course, but hopefully enjoyable, however! And no nasty gruffhangers...well, maybe little ones, but...
C.C.S.
The musk of fox scent now overwhelmed grov's already fogged mind, and he thrust hard and deep. his body roared and released.
Cyniras and Vaihorn 2 (improved)
Even during the times where he would relax and play-wrestle with cyniras he would get his muzzle in close and take a whiff of his sweat and his strong musky odour that often came from a day of exercise and training under the sun.
Gentle Dreams
Llyr could once again smell his own musk faintly and smell his mates musk quite well, the feeling of his mate being inside of him, and he being inside his mate, the taste of the kitsune's cock and seed as well as the taste of his own seed mixing with his mate's
Rules of Engagement. Chapter Twelve.
The thought of another against him, holding in his arms, smelling their musk mix with his own; knowing them in this way that none other could.