Lucky's Pleasure
The hyena nuzzled the horse's balls with his face, licking at his swollen orbs his wet little tongue, breathing in his ball funk, while the horse smiled serenely to himself.
Bitch of The Pack Part 1 - Unmarked Territory.
It was a funky taste of greasy crotch sweat and ball funk that was only better than that of the swampy ass crack that analise was buried inside.
Not His Problem
I could smell my own funk from where i was. being feline i had a distinctively strong musky smell. nothing like territorial marking glands to give a guy a certain 'je ne sais quoi.' "damnit!"
A Wolf and his "Mate"
The inside was hot and pouring into his nose was an even danker funk, unlike the pit the smell of sweat on top of sweat was very apparent. the well worn boots had a sharper, slightly cheesy smell that was making brandon groan even more.
Dante's Awakening Chapter 1
A twinge of hunger clawed at his belly, the feeling temporarily overriding his sudden funk as the memories of the failed hunt on the previous day stabbed at his body in a rude reminder of his mortality.
Big Boss
Warm, fresh, foot funk wafted from those toes, filling his nose with the wafting aroma of man.
Busted
The song that came on was a song by one of his favorite funk bands, eliciting a grin from the young wolf. he closed his eyes and zoned out, feeling the music.
Bottom Stag
The room smelled of funk and heavy, sweaty musk, a number of older 50ish big, fat bellied bears. the sexy lion dipped his big hammy fist in a vat of thick, white grease and proceeded to jam 5 fat fingers into the weakly struggling stag's ass.
Bottom Stag /non cut
The room smelled of funk and heavy, sweaty musk, a number of older 50ish big, fat bellied bears. the stallion dipped his big hammy fist in a vat of thick, white grease and proceeded to jam 5 fat fingers into the weakly struggling stag's ass.
Sylveon's Guide to Breeding!
When vaporeon took a look into the room, a strong male scent hit his nose like a truck, a mix of sweat and funk made him feel a weird sense of arousal, something beginning to poke out of his slit in response. “arceus, what's that smell?”
Freakland - Chapter 1
The girl's eyes glazed over as soft seventies funk played over the movie of an empty gym--for humans--with unattended weights and benches in the background, and mirrored walls.
SHIFTING
He didn’t want to stop fucking the boy, he looked cute in the uniform and was tasty and delicious in his post practice funk. he leaned down and buried his nose in the boy's armpit, tongue licking at the fabric there.