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The sweet smell of sex
The sweet smell of sex
There is a certain aroma, that really blows my mind, fresh sweat mixed with orgasm, it is my favourite kind
Lust fills my nostrils, it takes me straight back to the place, you were straddled across me, your pussy on my face
If I close my eyes real tight, the smell it brings you back, I can almost taste your love juice, seeping from your crack
The smell of your loves fragrance, it seeps inside my mind, giving me great memories of the filthy kind
My sweat, your sweat it is such a heady sexy musk, we make this fragrance possible, with every single thrust
I run my tongue all over you, I'm caught up in your taste, aromas from you, drive me on I have no time to waste.
I try to breath in as much of you, your smell it holds such power, I need to have you in my lungs, before you hit the shower
Then the water will wash away the fragrance of our sex, then I'll just have smell memories until I have you next
Ron
There is a certain aroma, that really blows my mind, fresh sweat mixed with orgasm, it is my favourite kind
Lust fills my nostrils, it takes me straight back to the place, you were straddled across me, your pussy on my face
If I close my eyes real tight, the smell it brings you back, I can almost taste your love juice, seeping from your crack
The smell of your loves fragrance, it seeps inside my mind, giving me great memories of the filthy kind
My sweat, your sweat it is such a heady sexy musk, we make this fragrance possible, with every single thrust
I run my tongue all over you, I'm caught up in your taste, aromas from you, drive me on I have no time to waste.
I try to breath in as much of you, your smell it holds such power, I need to have you in my lungs, before you hit the shower
Then the water will wash away the fragrance of our sex, then I'll just have smell memories until I have you next
Ron
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