Dexter 2
I want to watch you empty it all across your face and into your open mouth stud as i lick and suck on your manly musky feet." "frrrrmooooo!" my moan picks up as i arch back trying not to swear.
Project Partner Scourge
This planted his muzzle directly in between both sweaty and musky feet, the sweat of them being rubbed into his facial fur.
The Problem of Sensitive Soles 3
Something that dripped through them, soaking the rat, drenching him in the musky foot-sweat and whatever else was coming from his soles. the dragon didn't care. it felt good.
A Gay Lion King Parody 20
Tags: m/m, groping, anal, mild cbt, the lion king, lion king, gay lion king, all male, lion, dog, hyena, fingering, teasing, musk, foot fetish, series,
A Treasure of Time 5
The lines on the ring glowed with red light, and he felt a flush of pleasure running through him, a burst of need that was as bad as what he felt when he shoved his face against a musky foot.
The Star and His Photographer
"you love it, too...love it when i stuff your face...love earning the chance to play with my hot, musky feet." "nnngh..." "you're gonna get 'em...real...real soon..." he wasn't kidding, either.
An Apology to a Neighbor 2
The crocodile's musky feet rubbed up and down along the sides of the dragon's face, and every time that they pressed against his nose, he could almost taste the musk, the sweat, the pure dominance of the other man.
Meeting the Emperor
The power one person could wield with their raunchy, sweaty, musky feet toward one other person could be amplified to apply to many people at once.
Mind Control Conspiracy 2: Getting Brother's Number
One musky foot was held out to him, the underside smooth and plantigrade, a few pads along the ball of the foot and along the toes.
Duties of a Micro Servant 2
He was a foot humping mouse, a drooling little foot slut for big musky feet. the realization itself was embarrassing enough, but when olag pushed him to admit it out loud, there had been a moment when he actually tried to deny it.
The Festival of Musk: Interlude
All he could feel, all he could focus on, were the sweaty, musky feet that were pressing in on him from all sides, and the scents that they left on him.
My Mind for Magic
"_indulge yourself; smell your master's musky feet._" the word 'master' almost gave him pause, but his mind dismissed it as just another word for 'teacher'.