Doe-Dragon's Innocence
Blinking only the once in brief surprise, xigfeldo, of course, allowed it, returning the favour in kind as the thickly musky marking was delivered, his own mixing with hers as he painted the scales of her cloaca, vent stretched delightfully, with the creamy
For Me To Worship
Narjen put his heat within the panther, who in turn painted the air with his musk, marking himself as well with strokes of pearly white staining his furs.
A Softer Touch
Sweat, oil, and my musk marked neokar with each slap of my full balls against his face and he stopped stroking for a moment to dive his face in.
The best kind of workout
The entirety of the second taur's ball batter was spilled over the racetrack, litres and litres and litres of it gushing from a flare one and a half times bigger than maya's own, splattering with such power that the wet musky marks were easily several feet
Space War: Finale
If that damn musky mark didn't wash out of her spots anyway. when sabel finally made it back to her ship after plenty of struggling, she set that skull down a table to admire it briefly, then staggered over to the cockpit.
The Game
All was drenched, soaked deep with the heady scent of piggy musk, marked as her own as she finally rose from his face. not that she was done cumming. her orgasms just kept going, and going, until she almost looked disinterested in her gushing cock.
Space War I
There was enough cream pent up in the sabre's sack to travel all the way back up again, painting so thoroughly it was like every single strand of lauren's fur was soaked, not a single detail of her front side left without that thickly musked mark.
Pack Sluts
Quadruped on anthro, gender transformation, breeding/impregnation, filming, musk, marking/watersports, and more!
Wolfcucked
Maybe she could have, but she simply laid there, accepting the musky marking as she got her fur stained and soaked. plenty of it trickled down her curves to mark the bed. a change of sheets was in order, but it wasn't going to truly wash him away.
Three Little Games
No matter how much the cat struggled, she wasn't going anywhere but down towards those ample nuts, already soaked to the skin in that musky mark, coming near to drowning in the potent scent.
The Game: Director's Cut
All was drenched, soaked deep with the heady scent of piggy musk, marked as her own as she finally rose from his face. not that she was done cumming. her orgasms just kept going, and going, until she almost looked disinterested in her gushing cock.
Festival of the Drakes
It might have washed some of the cum away, but it only added to the musky mark, leaving nalea smelling richly of drow lust and sweat alike, crawling in a puddle of fluids as that shower came to a finish.