Cafe Plaisir - Dante
He wraps his arms around the leg and digs his face into the foot, smelling and sniffing and licking it all over.
Bowser's Royal Foot Slave: Filler (Between part 1 and 2)
Each pair of feet smelled just a bit different, but the smell was overwhelmingly that of male foot that had been restrained for too long in a heated environment.
Thick Thighs & High Tides | P1: Carved Out
It waggled heavily as he helped me to my feet. smelling of fish and blood, we scanned the silence, ears ringing and naked. i just wanted to feel him touching my vulva in the water again, tongues together for a brief scrimmage of warmth.
Love and Lycanthropy - Chapter 18
I knew i saw something in your eye when i said my feet smell," he chuckled softly, "you're one of those sickos aren't you? you can't get enough of it. just like me. we're really soul mates, jake, i know it.
Scent of a Rose
Giggled the skunkette, wiggling her toes in the socks in front of his face, waving one of her feet back and forth on the heel, making the disgusting, sweaty, smelly feet smell wash over the wolf's face.
Merry Fucking Christmas
Bruno's feet smelled musky, every bit as his crotch did, and they were certainly slick with sweat. how would it taste? verne, after a few moments of contemplation, decided that he'd already crossed far too many boundaries in one day. what was one more?
Cailey: To Silence a Song
Tipping his head, the young teenage boy turned and nuzzled the side of his snout up and over the hump of her central toe, right up the white fur atop her foot.
Favors of the First Ones - Chapter 8
He would never tell anyone that he liked the way their feet smelled, yet with mak it just came out and he felt no embarrassment saying it.
The White Wolf – A Romance
His feet smelled much better. once i found jacob, i harassed him so that he wouldn't forget that i was there. and then i found someplace to sit... and think. how would i reveal to jacob that i was intelligent?
A Sole Searching Affair
The smell of the stallion's feet added to the pressure, somehow, as the smell of musk, exertion, maleness, and even a bit of the rat's own foot smell pushed down at him, filling his nostrils with all sorts of scents.
Titan the Tormentor: Part 1 of 2
"well this guy's feet smell delicious but ... he's not moving?" he fluttered up to mr. bear's eyes and perched himself on the convenient erection. he could see his own reflection. after a moment's inspection he shrugged. "oh well. time to dig in!"
Spy Games: Part Two
"your feet smell amazing, master," he whimpered. "i do not deserve to be in the presence of your wonderful feet.