Karen’s dominating mounds of milk, smothered in cheese, continue to press down on your human head. It’s all surrounding flavor, smell and pressure was too much for any of your senses. Your nose desperately trying to shut itself to avoid the rancid odors but failing each and every time. Your eyes watering from the smelly sight, hoping the younger, stronger and dominating Gnoll will grant you a hint of mercy. Instead Karen continued her assault on the senses and hugged you tighter and tighter into her chest.
It was your sense of touch that started to fade the most, the lack of fresh air, the lack of anything to distract you from the Gnoll boobs and their cheese coating. It was all non existing as you slowly fade away. Senses becoming filled with rank odor yet dulled at the same time. Slipping into being passed out right in the nurses office. The last thing you sense, being Karen’s all adoring, all smelly vibe.
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.27 seconds at 4:12pm on Feb 07, 2025 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
