Elsewhere...
A muffled whimper of warning as he feels that pleasure boil over in his lap, and then john is greeted with the bitter, pulsing jets of his cum. a muffled gasp in response to that bitter taste, as the bunny tastes another boy's cum for the first time.
Victory's Wings
His penis, fat and uncircumcised, sprung free and slung a runner of bitter-salty precum across the thick plumage of her breast.
Everything or Nothing Chapter 18- The Naked Truth
_fate must like fucking with me, or she just have a very cruel sense of humor_ arlen tought bitterly. it was the same table from last night, only know it had more than one person at it. it was a bitter irony indeed.
The Arcanines' Runt
Along with the heavy bitterness of sweat, he also got the light flavor of the arcanine's insides. it didn't take long to smear his spit all over the winking entrance.
Despoiling the Dragoness
His meaty, bitter, salty flavor stained her palatte in an instant, bright pink tastebuds soiled to a darker violet as that corruptive cum tainted her maw. she should have gagged, not moaned and wrapped her lips around that shaft.
Motherly Surprises
He forced his tongue in as far as it would go, the raunchy, hot, bitter taste back there getting stronger and stronger.
The Rubber: Alpha
He could trace his own mates scent, but something lingered along with it, something bitter, musky, and out of place. the mate carefully placed down the carcass and quietly made his way down to the entrance.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 43
That bitter, acrid, cloying stench. why did his burnt fur smell the same as the burnt fur of a dead wolf? he wasn't dead. his fur shouldn't smell the same. unless... unless his fur was already dead?
The New Unknown
A place of bitter memories and a burned past. "what are we doing here?" lego didn't want to have anything to do with this place again.
An Unexpected Love
She laughed bitterly as she thought "it doesn't matter what i say either way does it?" she questioned before going on.
Starfox: Breaking Up Is Hard To Do - Part 2
He loved the way his other son pronounced wolfen, the starfighter that wolf had flown back in the days when the two of them were still bitter enemies.
Cum Milking Story: Milking Responsibilities
A proper warrior, a powerful one, a real masculine man, was one that smelled of musk, of a bitter sweat, and a powerful heat from behind; anyone else was a weaker version of what was needed.