Hypnovember Day 8: Pheromones
"eau de ball sweat. suck it."
Lycaon's Excess
He could feel the warmth of an entire planet smashed beneath his tail, billions of insignificant specks struggling just to survive his ball sweat, and another planet wrapped tightly around his pulsing cock as he thrust into the slowly crumbling world with
The First Encounter.
The pangoro's ball sweat permeates the air that fills his burning lungs, but it doesn't stop him from taking in as much air as possible. the pangoro begins moving again, slower and more deliberately this time, letting the man breath this time.
Oops
My mouth isn't even open yet and i can practically taste his ball-sweat as he lets his shaft dangle over my head. my breath audibly and probably tangibly intensifies, which troy of course takes as an invitation to shove me harder into his taint.
The Glory of Police Work
Getting shitfaced was prohibitively expensive, and that was the only way she could see herself deigning to fuck one of the dime-a-dozen queers ebbing and flowing around her like an ocean reeking of ball sweat and fake leather harnesses.
"Cafe Shenanigans" - Story by Kaz
Honestly he was surprised the dick-hungry shepherd couldn't already smell alex's unwashed ball sweat.
Stable Conditioning
“i mean, i’ve been sneaking whiffs of the beasts that your friend brings over for a little over a century now, soaking my favourite handkerchief in their ball sweat.” “dan’en!” he gasped, shocked, confused and… even more aroused than before somehow.
Scale Magic!
The hypnotic smell of ball sweat and musk filled his nostrils relentlessly and jess found himself becoming dazed as his throat was used for a fuck-socket.
CH12
Simba gasped as he breathed in shenzi's musky odor, the combination of her ball sweat and cum overwhelming his senses and causing his little clit to jump to attention. "that's it, taste it.", shenzi cooed encouragingly as she stroked simba's mane.
Spotting the Dragon (Story)
The sudden pressure forced him to grunt and exhale outwards and just as he attempted to regain his breath he was rewarded with a deep lungful of ball sweat as that hefty bulging jockstrap draped right over his muzzle, nestling his nose deep beneath that sac
You Think Sleep Can Save You
Her sheath and balls hung down low between her legs, the sheets already marked with ball-sweat and worse. probably not much worse, considering that that sac looked like it had been barely drained, but enough to leave a faint scent in the air.
Summer Afternoon Fun!
With a pleasure moan, he pulled the feline out with his other hand - soaked in ball-sweat- and held the feline in a firm fist, pointing his cock right at his face, "open wide, bitch~..."