The Little Pig and the Three Big Pigs
I shook my head but the sweaty socks stuck like glue. i dared not move my hooves. "what'sa matter, little bro? don't like the smell of my feets?" i shook my head. he guffawed. he opened a beer and started chugging.
Fox vs Wolf
He began to massaging it as well through the damp sweaty sock. fox wiggled his toes in delight. he was being sent into a state of deep relaxation. wolf alternated between his feet, massaging and pampering them. fox lay back and enjoyed the treatment.
Magical Nights: A Kitten's Punishment
sock from his face, letting him breath clearly for the first time in minutes as he gasped for clean air.
Corrective Punishment
Zeke put the sweaty sock onto his straining wolf cock under his boxers. winter watched him with a smug look which changed to shock as zeke suddenly held the foot back and started lapping the sweaty foot all over.
Of Wolves and Bondage
The bear gingerly peeled todd's sweaty socks off, exposing his pink pawpads to the air, so he could rub the tops of his feet and his ankles as well.
Birthday Boy
The two came over to their trainer, zoey standing behind the sofa chair and reaching over to massage jon's shoulders as lucy knelt down and slipped the sweaty socks off of his feet.
Taming The Wilds Chapter 4
Greedily, he huffed russell's sweaty socks, and russell could see his small cock pulse and begin to dribble pre. interesting. maybe the same musk that seemed to make monsters crave him was stronger on certain parts of his body.
Odorous Intent
By this point, his whole front portion was wet from the perspiration that had emerged from the now sweaty socks. as the cub finally came to a stop and sat down to begin to undress, liam removed his shoes.
Hellhounds: Pleasure (Part 1)
I've grown accustomed to the odor of sweaty socks when i was young. your feet don't smell any different." "heh. i suppose not."
Being Tied To A Bench Isnt So Bad.txt
Before he could toss the socks aside, his colleague, the bulky panther turned around and motioned for the lion to hand him the wolfs sweaty socks. the lion handed it to him and watched as his partner bunched them up and buried his nose into them.
Hell in a Cell (or a Warehouse)
Then, find the laundry cart in a local gym and bury yourself deep inside of it; really let yourself marinate in the sweaty socks and jocks that you find. after a few hours in the hamper, hop out, go outside, and play chicken with a bus.
[COMMISSION] Surprises and never looking back
Breathing was difficult, not because of the dick being wedged back and forth, but because of the hot sweaty sock scent had had been draped over the nostril holes to stop any sign of his colour from breaking through the catsuit that now was his body, until