Truckstop Trick
Ryan squeezed flamey close, and the boy felt ryan's armpit sweat ooze through his fishnet. "don't worry, cutie. we'll getcha all warmed up." ryan unlocked the driver's side door of his tired, black truck and climbed up inside.
The Fall of Codicina
The german shepherd was tensed, his pulse rifle firmly snuggled against his armpit, sweat trickling down his brow and onto the cold stock of the gun, and he wasn't sweating just because of the heat. none of them were.
Kerchak's beloved son ( 2 )
Tarzan awoken the following morning with a bad hedache, it felt like a gang of running rhinos had stepped on his head and hit him with a endless blast of blows on his face. Once he had opened his eyes, he saw an old female gorilla, that was polishing...
"A Team Player" - Story by Kaz
The congealed sweat matting up the filthy pit rubbed roughly against his face, making sure his entire face would be coated in smelly armpit sweat-grease for at least
"Call it What You Need"
Merle smelled like armpit sweat and sun tan lotion, and he was...oily. must've been the lack of fur. his elbows were already on the table. floyd waved the bartender over, asking the fox for three more shots, this time double shots. cheap whiskey.
Alpha Brother's Beta
With his large paw he grabbed his brother's head and shoved it deep within his hot, dripping armpit. sweat quickly coated the other wolf's muzzle and filled his nose with the tart tang of fresh sweat. "wakey wakey, bitch..."