The Bartender's Musk
Before long he was the only thing i could smell anymore and the more he exerted himself the stronger that dense musk of his seemed to increase.
A Meeting with Musk
Warm musk invaded every sense the teen had, nose inhaling the musky rump as his tongue reached out to lather the sweaty hole in saliva. "that's it, lick little one," brohm groaned, getting more dominant, "worship daddy's ass!"
The Musk of a Mistress
Their nose inhaled its musky scent right before the skunk let out another ripe fart, both gagging in disgust as they inhaled it with an uncontrollable hunger. "you wanna lick it?" she asked the pair with a wink, the girls nodding in seeming confusion.
Musk on the Mind
His sweaty, musky paws. his eyes traced his sole, followed the curves of his arches.. watched his toes splay and curl. the musk had changed him.
Strapping Musk
Aiden's eyes went wide and glassed over as a fresh wave of musk hit him. his rate of breath went higher, reducing the lab to a huffing mess.
Strapping Musk
Aiden's eyes went wide and glassed over as a fresh wave of musk hit him. his rate of breath went higher, reducing the lab to a huffing mess.
A Good Day to Be a Mammal
_65 million years ago_ "I think this rain's just about finished," Drew said. The speaker was a small mammal on a stout branch halfway up a tree. He was hunkered down under an umbrella of leaves, waiting for the last drops of rain to fall. The tree...
LnL: Submissive Musk
But i can certainly take some more of that musks. leo's musks... "gonna make sure you're lubed enough." without warning, i felt rough paws grabbing my hips and pulling me into a compromising position.
LnL: Dominant Musk
Lucas' musk... i can just taste the intimate sweetness it emanates yet gentle to the nose. the smell of a submissive. i've scented this special musk of his countless times but still i can't get enough of it. lucas may be addicted to my musk.
Training For Some Musk
It's like finding nirvana in heaven as i go from sniffing ball sweat to huffing ass musk for the first time.
Breeding the Musk-Addict
He was musk-drunk and barely responsive, struggling to string together the words in his plea for you to breed him raw. you flipped around him and ripped your underwear off, flinging it over onto the fox's still musk-drunk snout.
Musk III- Thunder!
After a few minutes, the first crashings of thunder could be heard outside, lightning slashing its jagged path through the sky, leaving a bloody trail of yellow ooze and blue sparks, making the two of them jump a little bit, startling into each other's...