Mountain of Momma Part 3
“i thought you did," said abby before turning around and lifting her tail to present that bounty of hot swamp ass. it was a jovian canvas of nylon-stretching dog haunch which daniel immediately smushed his face into.
"Puppy Predicament" -- Story by Kaz
Underneath his tail, sieggy was sporting a thick coating of greasy swamp ass from a day’s hard labor. the humidity back there could rival even the swamps of the deep south. he could hear, in between john’s whimpers, the excited snuffling.
Unholy: Horatio's Secret
The teen jacked himself off, groaning as the older man ate his swamp ass. he all but sat on the man's face, grinding his teeth against horatio's nose and mouth as his teeth flexed under the raccoon's ministrations.
50 Shades of Brown
He could certainly smell humid swamp-ass. suddenly, an overwhelming burst of canine flatulence escaped wolf's hole, spreading smelly gas into the room. the odor was both beany and beefy, indicating a meal of steak and beans.
Room Service Part 2 - The First Morning.
A fresh state of swamp ass caused the foul scent in the human's desperately snorting nose to become even more pronounced. time slowly passed and marcus' thrashing gradually settled down.
Oblivious Big Sister 2
Lima's musk was more potent than usual, likely due to the temperature of the room giving her a bad case of swamp ass. "twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two." he heard zach count.
Swamp Gaytors
I got some insane swamp ass." "you and me both dude." ryan said, stepping off the platform onto the path leading each other away from the marked trail.
Species Concept: Adipose Puddings
A pudding hauling a massive, jiggling lard ass generally also bears their own, tangible aura of swamp ass as well - sufficient to choke out most reasoning skills and make thinking considerably more difficult.
Aurora's Audition
"what, like, you want to eat some swamp ass? you're fucking nasty, bitch." admiration in his voice, grin on his face. "speaking of nasty, you need to wash that pussy of yours. fucking thing tried to bite me."
Greenhouse
He trudged through the swamp behind the dragon who undoubtedly had a smile on his muzzle despite the wafting scent and nasty bog beneath them.
Speaking in Tongue
His fingers slipped between her cheeks, down into the mired depths of her swamp ass. needle whimpered to him when his finger pads and short, blunt claws tickled the pucker of her anus.
Ch. 2 Broken
The mixture of ball sweat, and swamp ass smells like a goddamned paper mill but i close my eyes and take it in stride.