The muscular cougar's thick musk was entering the poor Puncher's lungs at an unreal rate. His young mind become more and more clouded with each wiggle and thrust of his feline junk. "Like it kid?" he grinned as he took in the muddled expression on his prey's face. "You'd better, because this epic odor is about to become as much a part of you as it is me!"
As fun as dry humping Puncher's masked face was, Rowland eventually decided that it was time for a change up. "Mmm, yeah. So which stink do you wanna worship next, squirt?" He didn't give Pint Puncher a chance to answer. Not that he could with the speedo clad sack blocking his mouth. "My armpits? Really? I could probably drown a fish in those sweat traps." The trapped hero let out some confused mumbles into the cougar's sack. "Ok, ok. No need to beg." With a hardy grunt Rowland sprang to is feet. Before Puncher could even remember how to breathe he grabbed the kid and dragged his musk stained face to the cat's repulsive left pit. The burning menace lifted up his arm and let a splash of awful sweat drip out. "Well, here you go kid. Just like you asked. I hope you can swim, heheh." He laughed as he slammed the poor child's face into his hairy, swampy armpit with a sickening squelch. The struggles came immediately, but Rowland just loved it. Slowly, he brought his meaty arm over the hero's face, sealing him in the musky abyss.
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