My Pussy Smell Like Sex

You make me smell like a well used one, with hints of flesh and sweat

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My pussy smells like sex. Like a well used one, with the scents of flesh and sweat. That scent that he can’t get enough of emptying his seed within me. When I stand up the excess fluids of my cum, his, slide down my leg. He just gives me that knowing smile when I come back to the bed. That smile that says he will be pouncing on me again.

Sometimes I like to entice him to fuck me. After he’s spent a load within my overwhelming wetness and he goes to the bathroom first. I’ll lay there, leg crossed over my other leg. Ass jiggling in the air asking him to have a go at me again. I try to keep my head buried against the pillow like this is how I sleep after our fucking. Head down, ass up, ready for him again.

This is how I entice him this time. I hear the shuffle of feet and the door opens. I keep my face down and shake my ass at him. Like a piñata made to be cracked into to find the goodies inside. His footsteps stop at the foot of the bed. I keep my head buried and hold my breath.

“Is that an invitation, my little mynx?”

I can hear the smile in his voice.

“It’s whatever you would like to do with me,” I turn my head so he can hear my voice.

He crawls into bed like a tiger. It’s more of a pounce than anything. For a moment I’m caught in a dilemma. Do I play the part of a fighting prey or do I submit easily to him?

He makes the decision for me. My body gets pushed into the mattress. His body weight presses fully into my twisted, contorted back. I have my one leg tossed over the other to prop my ass up higher. It makes it so that if he enters me it’ll be an even tighter squeeze.

I try to arch and push my ass against him. Saying without words that I’m all his to take and use for his pleasure. His lips find my ear and breathe into it.

“Tell me how much you want this dick.”

He whispers in my ear.

I bite my lip in response. Should I play with him? Or allow him to play with me?

“I want that dick.”