Hidden Talents (Gift-fic for Zwoosh)
That way i know my boy is about to eat nothing but prime orca bodybuilder meat, sweat, and musk. so confident am i in my cleanliness, i grind my ass back closer to his face. he throbs in my hand: oh yeah, he's close alright.
Reaver - The Ascendance - Chapter 4 - Longing and Regret
It was scene of bestial revelry the likes of which i had never laid eyes on before and the stench of burnt meat, sweat, oil and wine hung in the air around the area like a noxious cloud.
Dark and Light
I promise to suck you clean once you are done if you do sir," he moaned aloud, sinking down to battle tongues with his twin over the cock head, each male lapping along one side and own the shaft as they sucked whatever they could off the thick meat, sweat,
One of the Family
Nate's shirt felt tight as he breathed, leading him to wonder if he'd gotten a case of the meat sweats. he couldn't understand how mason and the others could stand the heat with their full beards and hairy bodies.
Just Need a Taste | Entree Sized Commission
Poor raccoon dad just needs to get his fix, or else he gets the meat sweats. ;3 we'll be learning a lot more about the raccoon's darker side too, this story juuuust begins to scratch the surface... enjoy! ;3 also my first story referencing the pandemic.
Azure Bloodlust - The First Interim: Ancient Times, When Handhelds needed AA Batteries
Stale meat. sweat. urine. flat beer. these stenches combined to create an...exceptional nasal concoction, which was a word for it. it was the kind of smell olfactory nerves told their kids to watch out for if they were bad, and now ed's were screaming.
Lykos 3-17 - In Venom Veritas
Was that what people called meat sweats? his legs ached terribly, feeling as if he'd either gone on a fourteen mile run or left them unused for so long that they had atrophied.
You'll Always Belong | Entree Sized Commission
"...uh, yeah, you get the meat sweats, dad... what's that got to do wi-" walker's comment was quickly cut short as a few items came whizzing over tomek's shoulder.
The buckstrap
His biceps were the size of grapefruits, his pecs like a shelf of pure meat, sweat outlining them against the thin fabric of his t-shirt. even his nipples were bigger, visible through the glistening fabric like a pair of fat nozzles.
Final Fantasy X-Treme Ch.20 - Dark Invitation, Taking Flight a Fighters Dream
Steaming piles of meats, sweating bowls of fruit, over flowing bottles of liquor. there was enough food to feed a garden. but there was only one occupant at the table.
Frostfall
A slight draft from ahead brought smells of smoke and meat, sweat and grime. numerous voices laughed and barked. “– and then i told him, ‘then dress up your mule, wart face, no one’s gonna buy the thing if it’s your ugly mug wearing it!”