Dongfeng's Four-winds Wandering Ale
A little fruity, with a slight tang of malt. smacking his lips, he found a partner to toast with, another pandaren, this one, a young monk, judging by the barrel on his back and the staff rested on the bar.
The Sidewinder
I let the smoky tang of the black label hit my nose then knock it back without much affair. a sip of bud. "so vic, any new blood come by today?"
A New Easter Bunny
The sweet tang of his shampoo lightly tickling his nose.
How to love a dragon
The viking slowly put the finger in his mouth, letting out a soft moan and swirled his tongue over it to savour the earthy tang.
A Night to Remember
Almost subconsciously, he took a sip from the cup and immediately grimaced for the bitter tang of cheap beer.
Chapter 1: Ryten
Suddenly, a sharp pain covered his face and he rocked back on his heels, the tang of metal tasting blood just barely touching his tongue. "shut up you fat son-of-a-bitch!" ryten's voice didn't sound the same in his own ears.
Riding my Pony
He brought the claw to his muzzle and tasted the sweet tang of blood. delicious. "of course, most will not be content with just your chest stud. oh no..." "oh god...please..." "now, don't beg horse.
After Mom's Date
The taste of seed and the bitter tang of anus in his mouth, his rear torn apart by a giant member... as the horse slammed into him again and again, he could swear that he was in heaven! "ffuck... i'm gonna cum!"
Chasing Your Dreams
The way her tang-top loosely clung to her frame. her short hair. her flat chest. this wasn't the singer's type, but something about her fixated his gaze and clouded his mind as she approached. no introductions were made.
Dark Fog
The tomb reeked of blood; the metallic tang hit his nostrils with force and sent his mind spinning. something writhed against his thigh, snapping him back.
Hypnovember 2022 #6 - A Musk-Drunk Kobold
Just a taste of the smooth texture and the warm tang... it snapped upwards, lifting up and away, before landing right back on his face with a resounding, meaty slap. "ap ap ap." mistress said. "still haven't given you permission.
Into the Fold(s)
Her squeaks were background noise as he raised his head, feeling the tasty tang of blood join the mix of salt, leather and meat that soaked his tongue. topped with the bitter, biting tang of his own stomach acids, a 'mere' bracing kick to his taste buds.