"I was actually a virgin, though I'd had Bill Clinton sex. Oral, both giving and receiving. A few guys had even managed to put their cocks near my pussy, though like it was some evil knight's forbidding keep, they'd all shivered before my fleshy gates."
"He adjusts himself. Navigates down my body. His hands drift to the waistline of my panties, and he inhales. Smelling the wetness between my legs. Then he migrates even further down, passing his face over my mound, moving to my inner thigh, leading with his nose."
"She knew that she should have taken a shower, but she liked being enveloped in the smells and tastes that reminded her of Andreas. She liked feeling the moisture of his seed still within her. It had been so long since she had been with a man that she couldn't bear to wash the evidence away just yet."
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