Otto pressed the scent glands on his wrists to Caulin’s forehead, dragging them down the sides of his face, over his cheeks and down his ears, and then all over his hair.
I've been reading giant exerpts of this out loud to my husband, who said at one point, "None of this is sexy." anyway, here's this guy rubbing his stink into a pizza-panty fat fuck's sweaty matted hair
