Family business Micro version
He growls in my face as well as blowing more of his cigar smoke at me. i cough and wiggle as his fist begins to squeeze my hips painfully. "understood?" he asks staring at me, almost burning a hole in my soul. "y-yes! yes!
Chapter Six - The Best We Have
cigar smoke wafted through the air again as he drew out the plan in his mind. "perhaps a lion meets him, a fanatic, eager to join up with the legend.
[Commission] Not the Flame, But the Spark - Chapter 1
The fox's words lingered in the still, almost stale air; much like the faint, pungent scent of cigar smoke coming from the door at the end of the hall.
Damaging Smuggled Goods
She was a fine piece, no doubt, and the food looked and smelled delectable even over the ambient stench of sweat and cigar smoke. the sheen of the bear's drool on her body put sovy off and he shook his head.
Visiting Deepwood
Brian was a bit anxious but he'd had a few cigar smoking friends. usually he'd been too busy taking pictures of them to 'enjoy later' to even consider joining them.
Breeder Claude
Their sire was a really big, cigar smoking brown rat, i never saw him for the week he fucked me masterfully, without a cigar clamped between his teeth. he was also huge hung, with huge balls full of rat sperm. they weren't too difficult to birth.
Valkyrie Deliverance - Chapter 2 - One's Own Heart
He was a large bare, brown with blonde fuzzy hair and rather fat, sat in black suit with a cigar smoking between his lips. "but it could not wait..."
Debt Owed (xReader, Implied Vore)
His teeth are yellowed from years of cigar smoking, sharp like needles. it takes all your strength not to let your expression become one of horror. "been a while since i caught myself a mouse." you're completely mortified by these words.
Guests
~ cigar smoke and quiet chatter filled the air. five men occupied the room, only four sat reclining at their leisure whilst their companion, the centrepiece of the evening, knelt at their feet panting with drool and cum smeared across his lips.
Angel wore blue
Folks were gathered around enjoying drinks and laughs, cigar smoke under the lamp lights. a bar along the left side, tables in the center and lounge seating along the right side. a stage out in front of the seating section for performances.
A Feathery Past
Gnarl coughed, continuing to lick and slurp around as his nose was forced to smell nothing but the gryphon's masculine scent mixed with the cigar smoke. his mouth was assaulted with the salty taste, but he could do nothing but accept it.
The Fire Down Below
cigar smoke curled from his long nose, but did little to hide an almost eager sparkle from his eyes. "you just want me in your pants, ya damn coon-ass," bert laughed, crushing out his cigarette. "or a good look in mine, at the very least."