Very breath she takes is full of that intense, potent scent… previously invading her senses as each time she reached the base, her nose is met with a thick, musk ridden bush. Groaning harder as intense thrusts would soon speed up.
Carefully breathing through her nose, she feels his strong grasp and concedes to where his hand suggests her head to go. Simultaneously she breathes in more of his masculine scent, a bulge beginning to outline itself in her neck.
Is it really? He must not get out much. +
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He’d gently grasp her head, guiding it further down… slowly stretching her tight throat out.
Groaning out in pure bliss as she’d huff him.
God damn she sure is a freak…he’s lovin her more and more with each passing second. That strong scent filling her little head.
“Fuckin hell…”
He wishes he could see her face properly, but his hefty stomach is blocking the view, oh well… he still enjoys the feeling.














