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Vail_Indigo
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Her sweat is what I want.
Her cunt will drip because I whisper.
Her mouth will water just being near me.
But sweat...sweat is effort, endurance, devotion.
The taste of that on my tongue is the stuff of fantasies that drive me to distraction at work.
A droplet of liquid salt down her spine, perhaps pooling at the small of her back, making her squirm as it cools...
The scent of skin, pure and simple, animal and primal. *There is nothing closer to who she is, what she is.
It's her skin coming awake and alive because of me.
It's her hair, matted and tangled in my fingers.
It's her body moving easily along mine, frictionless. *
It's her scent, without refinement, without disguise, without anything but her.
That's the taste I want, that's how I know it's her, with me, and not somewhere in her head.
That's how I know she needs, aches, is willing to do anything that is required.
Control long since vanished.
And I can feast on her.
This is the taste I want.
Her cunt will drip because I whisper.
Her mouth will water just being near me.
But sweat...sweat is effort, endurance, devotion.
The taste of that on my tongue is the stuff of fantasies that drive me to distraction at work.
A droplet of liquid salt down her spine, perhaps pooling at the small of her back, making her squirm as it cools...
The scent of skin, pure and simple, animal and primal. *There is nothing closer to who she is, what she is.
It's her skin coming awake and alive because of me.
It's her hair, matted and tangled in my fingers.
It's her body moving easily along mine, frictionless. *
It's her scent, without refinement, without disguise, without anything but her.
That's the taste I want, that's how I know it's her, with me, and not somewhere in her head.
That's how I know she needs, aches, is willing to do anything that is required.
Control long since vanished.
And I can feast on her.
This is the taste I want.

8 feet of wonderful uncultured Charlie Brown Awesomeness 