Okay I am air conditioning's number one fan but there really is something so neat about the heat dying down enough to open the windows at night and enjoy a nice summer breeze
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lucky puppy, your owner left her clothes out right before taking a shower. They’re so perfectly sweaty and stinky.
you crawl over to the pile, lifting their shirt up to your face and inhaling it’s scent deeply, it’s too much for your dumb puppy brain. You grab their panties and wrap them around your cock as you begin to desperately masturbate to the smell.
your poor, simple puppy brain cant handle the sensation as you repeatedly huff her shirt for its intoxicatingly wonderful scent, letting out hot pants as you stroke yourself faster and faster in a horny haze.
eventually it’s all too much and you pathetically spill over, completely drenching her panties in your cum as you let out a series of whimpers.
you start to regain what little mental faculties you have left as your owner comes in. she forgot something before starting to shower. oh no.
she looms over you in her perfect naked form, her happy trail leading your eyes down to her girlcock, your eyes can’t help but linger on it.
“Puppy? I’m very disappointed, you know you can’t touch yourself without my permission! and see how fast you came? it’s obvious you can’t without me.”
you let out a whimper of acknowledgment, but the words miss as your mind is fixated on how good her cock must smell.
she looks down, sees your fixation, the sweaty shirt and cum-drenched panties at your side, she gets it instantly.
“Bad puppy! Using my clothes to pathetically get yourself off like the mutt you are!”
she grabs your head and shoves it into her crotch. the smell is heavenly, you nuzzle your way around as you huff her amazing stink repeatedly, but soon you need air.
you try your hardest to pull back but your owner keeps you locked in place.
“now what happened? I thought you liked it? clearly you need some punishment, might just keep you here for a few hour, I do need to be cleaned.”
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Wednesday, January 10.
Batten down the hatches
Picture the scene: you're out and about, minding your own business, when you get sniffed
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Crowley: You're up to something, I can smell it. What are you planning? 🤨
Aziraphale: Wait and see. 😊
Crowley: Wait and see? Do you have any idea how irritating that is? 😒
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