“I’m going to give you my scent,” he tells me. “It will help. Okay?” I’m nodding vigorously, not even entirely sure what he’s referring to but wanting whatever it is that he’s willing to give. I feel the prick of his beard against the delicate tissue of my throat as he pulls me tighter, and only seconds later it gives way to his clean-shaven neck, the skin sliding against mine in a way that, for whatever reason, lights me the fuck up. “Oh.” “That’s it,” he murmurs. “That’s good.” The guttural quality that his voice has taken on makes my pussy throb even harder, and I swear to all that’s holy,
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