Lazy Summer
Just as with the rest of dark haired girl's body, the smell was absolutely putrid. "i'm so sexy", she'd think to herself while moving her hand towards her panties while slowly sliding them down.
Rocky and Atlas #1
He had picked up the strong scent of putrid zebra. there had to be a carcass somewhere. atlas's leg stuck out from under him and it twitched a bit in response.
Heaven or Hell
Another 30 days passed and another month of agonizingly putrid zebra stench mixed with anal stretching and excruciating cock imprisonment.
A Picture's Worth a Thousand Pounds (Commision)
As the bull worked on his nuts, jasper wafted in the smell of his lover, the putrid scent of the bull's rank body a visible aphrodisiac for the typically demure stallion.
Dragon Plaything
. | the putrid stench made him gag and retch up another mouthful of gryphon piss and cum much to his humiliation, opening his eyes only to gag once more.
Fugitive
Her rough canid tongue started to trail up and down along his length now, the putrid taste burning at her throat even more than the smell had.
Wild Palico Panic
As the guildmarm put it, and as her notebook depicted, the congalala is a fanged beast that uses the food is gathers to adapt against its attackers, but its fur is somewhat easily ignited so that was an upside, but it was most known for its remarkably putrid
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 121
Kiana gasped in horror and she could actually taste that greasy, coagulated smell on her tongue, invading her lungs with its putrid stench.
Bitch in Her Bowels 2: Toilet Bowl Boogaloo
Before tracy could settle on clean spot, her ass was plied open by another turgid mass of putrid waste.
A Commission Dizzying Pleasure
I managed to crawl my way into the bucket, gurgling on my puke, the taste putrid but familiar after several months of the same disgusting routine. i started retching everything i had in my stomach.
Breaking a Bunny
He was utterly putrid. his fur was slick and stained with sweat, beads dripping all over the floor. he murrs softly, cupping his ballsack lovingly with a paw.
Mark of the Marsh
Her tongue would desperately wriggle about trying to push against it, every ounce of her body trying in vain to fight to keep from swallowing down that putrid elixir as its warmth slowly filled her.