In. My. Bootay. (Patreon)

A trade with Sheeptastic/Emmy of Vouge Assimilating his ferret Marcus

The smell of sweat and old cologne fills the room. Steam drops condense in on the walls, and funk off his balls wafts through the air. Held in that stuffy haze, you're made to lick something salty only to find it quite sweet. Cloyingly sweet. Cotton candy at the carnival sweet. But Vouge's fluff can stick to more than just teeth...