Reforged
Sir asler can go suck some sour cabbage." arthur met harold's gaze and shook his head; the gnoll's smile faded away.
Drunken Desires 2
Bends over slightly and moves his tail out of the way giving me an uninterrupted view of my target, i lick my lips nervously, we hadn't showered yet and his musk was strong, i lean closer to him, i could feel the heat radiating off his anus, it smelled sour
Initiation
It shot out like a fire hose, sour urine and bitter white shitpaste filling every inch of the dog's muzzle until she was forced to lean back and swallow.
The Persistent Pig
Emelie smiled as she pinched her friend's cheeks, the stallion giving her a sour face, "i live with my best friend nila, i never go home alone!"
Candy Island Vacation
It's been a while since you last had sour candy, but you don't remember it being quite so engrossing.
Taboo Fantasies Abound! H Samurott X F Human
The human murred as a jet of precum shot out of sarah's cock, making her taste buds tingle from the runny yet lovable sour taste.
[Commission] Rising Star Fallen: Part 3 - Training
With every movement, every shift of his body, the sharp aroma of souring sweat and his own brand of bitter-spicy male musk would reach his nose.
A Twisted Trick or Treat
Mererna spread her folds as she let her urine spray out over the two cubs, covering them in its sour warmth as they kept eating.
Brave New World Chapter 2: Electric Boogaloo
I folded my arms across my chest, my expression growing more sour, a forced, exasperated sigh escaping through my nose.
Descending on a Feast
The scent of rotting flesh grew sour in their snouts, the blood caking the dusty fur of those who had already indulged now a terrifying harbinger of the approaching doom.
Memorys of the Sword...
The next step.. we sit in silence before we pull up are legs and sit there alone and think of all the times gone past all the good with the bad seeing the light and the dark and togather they make a pitcher of life the good and the bad the sweet and the sour
Dragon In The Suburbs.
The one i padded behind always smelt of mint, tobacco smoke and the sour oil the fryers used. “then… i might be an idiot,” i admitted sheepishly. “computers are too much for me. i do have a laptop i bought from a kin friend.”