One on One Training
His nose was soaking in the scent of the older male, the cigar smoke almost none existent, next to the stench of bear sweat and musk.
Blood of a hero part three
"she will be next and should beable to stop him." he said with a grin exhaling the thick cigar smoke from his lungs. to be continued.
Captive Audience 3
Drake inhaled the scent of cigar smoke that clung to his father like an aphrodisiac before he shuddered, getting very hard at once. he started grinding against his dad eagerly, their groins flooding with blood.
Office Stress 6 - Business To Attend To
"the cigar smoke i can understand, but how do you deal with the smell of burning flesh, vanny?" he said, screwing his face in distaste as tibalt laughed at his expression.
Boonies Know-What Now?
There was a lingering musk of cigar smoke and mould that filled the room. my gaze lingered on the pictures on the walls. they were of men and women who bore a similar face to my own.
Training the New Bar Dog, Part 6
Leather daddies, pups, cigar-smoking masters, harness-wearing boys, and rubber gimps alike came to a stop on the dance floor and turned their eyes to the raised platform; vip patrons in their booths on the second floor scooted closer to the mirrored windows
The Bigger They Are...
He produced a collar and placed it around tristan's neck, breathing thick cigar smoke into the captive bovine's face. "time to play." the bull's cock throbbed painfully, he was so turned on. tristan was used. tristan was abused.
The End Around
Look up into stale cigar smoke and a bison's massive shaggy head. threadbare black buttondown, shirtsleeves rolled. old enough to own the joint, nothing queer except the flash of silver tongue stud. "red".
Cheap and dirty
It was a tall grizzley bear, he stank of cigar smoke and old leather, mostly due to his leather jacket which looked so beat up it was merely held together by sheer stubbornness. "you don't fit in here fatass." the bear snarled.
Hypnovember 2023 Day 9: Magic/Sorcery
Tero's heart stopped as the scent of the demon filled the room, a mix of brimstone, cigar smoke, and a thick beastial musk that made him cough. "h... how," tero wheezed, his eyes wide as he took a few steps back from the massive bovine demon.
A Cold One In The Hand (M/M)
He smelled like stale semen, cigar smoke, and bike exhaust. the gear wasn't just attractive; it was his real riding shit. no hug from mr. growly face. he came in after the bull, locked the door, then made right for me.
Shoppin' for a punk...
Abarfo blew a cloud of rank smelling cigar smoke in the younger equine's direction, the buffalo's white toothy grin in stark contrast to his shiny black fur. the more he looked that big rough buffalo over, the more aroused the young stallion grew.