That Sweet Smell of Wolf
The insides were damp with rosco's sweat, mingling with the smell of soft oily skin from between his thighs. joe smelled lots of sweaty men at the gym, but not one of them compared to his big wolf.
Something Smells Fishy
It certainly smelled real. the stench wafting off the precum oozing from the tip nearly made him gag. it was rank, smelling of the ocean and rotten fish and a bouquet of other aromas that forced him to resist the urge to vomit.
That 'New Life' Smell
It felt nice, but at the same time was...oddly foul smelling? he rubbed his beak while he shifted on his feet.
The smell of love 3
"i am so sorry sammy, i just couldn't resist you, ever since i caught you outside the office, your smell entices me so."
Smells Like Love
[smells like love!](http://www.furaffinity.net/view/23713760/) by zatie vulpe dean was mid-glance at his smart phone when he heard a soft clearing of a throat in front of him.
The Way He Smells
The smell. he smelt _good_. his musk was like a bomb. it was tinged a bit sulfuric, but the acrid scent was still incredibly masculine. in a distant way, it still smelled like him, but it was stronger.
Vanilla the rabbit foot worship
Cream quietly approached her mothers feet, her heart pounding in her chest, her tongue salivating at the thought of her smell. finally she was at the foot of the bed.
Forbidden Kinks: page 20 - Feral x Anthro
I like how you smell. a lot actually." now the pony was completely flustered and taken by surprise, so many good emotions filling him.
Harry Potter and his Magical Mouse Ch. 1
She sniffed and she shuddered at the smell. he stunk, but that wasn't what made her shudder. what made her shudder was the smell arising from his crotch. she squeaked in happiness and began to home in on the scent.
Kinktober Day Twenty-One: Musk
He could sometimes see the stains of where they'd humped the seat until they came, just from sniffing his scent -- just the lingering smell of his musk was enough to bring them to orgasm day in and day out.
The Smell of Fresh-Mown Grass
His pillow smelled a little like himself and a little more like someone else, a very powerfully male someone else.
This Can't Be Bleach, It Smells Better
The washer buzzed sharply announcing the end of its spin cycle to the quiet house. Down the hall, the dark behemoth rolled over, wincing from the morning light piercing through his window. William growled and groaned, wanting a few more minutes sleep,...