There’s a certain natural scent I love on a man. Inhaling it elicits a primal and evolutionary response. It’s a drug that I crave. I need to keep whiffing to get that next dose, and I fear if I don’t, I may drop dead.
This alluring musk isn’t to be confused with body odor. If you just ran ten miles, and have sweat dripping down your hairy body, I will l…
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