Neil's Pet (Vore/Hyper Story)
Your master’s jizz, because there's no turning back at this point~” neil emphasized with another thick squeeze, hearing his balls glurnk wetly as sif shifted around and moaned inside, her muzzle planted firmly against the sac walls as she droned out a musk-drunk
Summer Heat 4: Taking Responsibility
When your father, in the biological definition and little more, got her all musk-drunk and then fucked her pregnant.” she took a deep breath. “that guy was a real piece of shit.” seriky blanched.
Foxes in Jockses | Entree Sized Commission
He grunted, eyes softly lidding as his host reached back to grab hunter's head, ensuring the musk-drunk fox couldn't escape the scent. "mmm... c'mere you sexy little thing..."
Pit Stop [Sketch]
_I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I can’t fucking believe – what I’m smelling, either…_ Jake gripped his knees with his paws where he sat, body still thrumming with the aftereffects of his workout. He could smell his own sweat just the same as...
"Always Near My Dear"
Meanwhile, choir sampled me with similar, if less musk-drunk, enthusiasm. he lapped up the sweat on my balls, my taint, he kissed and worshipped my pucker. teased the tender flesh till it became so pliable he wedged his tongue inside me.
Stable Conditioning
Velar’en, though musk drunk, was no fool: when he saw a face appear under the fur, a face he recognised as his wife’s, he knew that she had somehow ended up inside galar’s balls. yet, he wasn’t scared, he wasn’t even worried.
The Wrong Hunt
His head grew fuzzy, his struggling imprecise as he was given the musk-drunk debuff from getting that scent in his nose.
A Heated Kobold Summer
But even if he did, nothing would fulfil the musk-drunk patron's indescribable need besides the hot cum of the kobold.
Breaking McCloud Part II
Wolf wondered if he was just too musk-drunk even to grunt in acknowledgment. it didn't seem too far-fetched, not when fox could demonstrably get off from the smell of musky wolf ass in his nose and tongue halfway down to his gullet.
Breeding Gulrum
You, on the other hand, stared into space, half musk-drunk and half suffocated. the orc leaned forward, grabbed you by the back of the neck, and leaned back to bring you inches from his face.
A Phoenix Falling Part. 1
musk-drunk as she was, she sighed dreamily and gave a brief nod, moaning out her response as well, "yes... please... mistress..."
The Club 2
The red grizzly chuckled softly his fat dick twitching lightly spurting more of his potently musky pre=cum into those silken shorts, watching as the human inhaled deeply and suckled hungrily like a good musk drunk little fuck slave.