i could smell O/our sex on my fingers the rest of the day. Every time i would lift my cigarette to my mouth, the scent of fuck filled my nose. i found myself raising my hand to my face over and over to trigger the memory of Him inside of me.
i love His smell. All of His smells. i am not repelled by the scent of His sweating body. It's Daddy concentrate. i like to burrow between His cheeks, worshipping His ass, tasteing the spicy, earthy flavor of Daddy's body. His body is intoxicating. i get dizzy. Loopy. Flakey.
i want my Daddy always.
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