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Soon after, sweet sweat started to drip down in their neck and bodies even though the centralized air-conditioning system was turned on. Even so, it just added to the delicious sensation both Zoey and Dionysus were enjoying themselves at that jiffy. The juices coming out from their genitals emitted the kind of scent that can only be produced during a steamy, hot sex. And, Zoey and Dionysus unequivocally loved every second of their passionate love-making because of it.

Mikey added, still scrunching up his nose in disgust. “Whatever, and you don't have to be so rude about my scent,” I sneered. “It's not the sardines sweetie. You also smell like sex with Mitch, dirty fuck with a rogue and a quickie with Diego,” he cocked an eyebrow at me. HOLY FUCK! They could smell sex! “Yes, we can detect when you had sex, especially if it was with a werewolf,” Skyler added. They had a small conversation with Justin before he drove off, then the two of them tracked towards the forest. I went back inside, and I made grandpa some spaghetti and meatballs. I set the table, and we sat down to eat.

"Sara, how could you ask me such a stupid question? Have you not seen movies that suggest having sex in the cold is the best way to warm up?" "Aron, just because I write romance doesn't mean I act foolishly by taking off my clothes in such a chilly climate." "Sara, that's not foolishness—that's survival mode." He took off my clothes and laid them on top of me. His warm torso made me feel a little less cold. After he gave me a lip kiss, I felt his firm, dick brush against my thighs. Our bodies were drenched in sweat as we were engrossed in our intense fucking.

“You’re killing the vibe.” “What vibe? I thought I was doing a pretty good job,” I say, glancing at my soaked cock, evidence of Ava’s pleasure. I wipe the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. There’s nothing I can do about the sweat dripping down my abs. We’re wet. We’re supposed to be.

**Learn tricks about sex** I feel a rivulet of sweat chase down the base of my spine. It’s freezing cold but I’m sweating. It’s as if my body is plunged into water but it’s not. Beneath me, I feel the softness of my futon which reminds me that I’m not immersed in a puddle of water. I subconsciously roll around my bed, willing the voices and screams and stamping feet thrumming through my mind to stop. Unfortunately, it doesn’t.

The salt from my sweat left a stinging sensation where she clawed. A knot formed in my lower abdomen. I was close. Soo fucking close and so was she. The intoxicating scent of her arousal put my mind in a daze. Almost commanding. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. She came all over me dick. Her walls clenched around my dick as I kept going faster. Enjoying the squelching sounds coming from our sex before spilling my precious hot seeds into her. All the while she trembled. I watched her eyelids close slowly and her words slurred. Her breathing was going back to normal as sweat trickled down her skin.

My thighs squeezed around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper, while my pussy fluttered and clenched around his shaft, milking him with every plunge. My breasts swayed heavily beneath me, nipples grazing the sheets with each bounce, sending fresh sparks of pleasure through my body. The air was thick with the scent of sex—musk, sweat, and cum—our bodies glistening under the dim bedroom light. Every collision of our skin amplified the heat, beads of perspiration trickling down my spine, pooling where our bodies met.

Sweat slicked their skin, the room thick with the scent of sex and ink. Nia bounced faster, tits jiggling, ass cheeks flexing as she impaled herself repeatedly. Vardo's free hand roamed her back, dipping to spread her cheeks, a finger circling her tight asshole, pressing just inside. The dual sensation shattered her—pussy flooding his dick, asshole clenching around the intrusion. 'Come for me,' he ordered, thumb now flicking her clit relentlessly. She shattered, orgasm ripping through her, walls milking his shaft in rhythmic pulses, juices squirting down his balls.

Drool ran down my chin while sweat dripped from his stomach onto my chest. The AC was blasting cold air, but we were both sweating. My skin stuck to his thighs. His hand in my hair was damp. The room smelled like sex and sweat. He groaned louder, his hips snapping forward. Once. Twice. Deep. He held it there while I swallowed it. My throat worked as he cursed again. “Take it,” he rasped. “All of it.”

The room smelled like sex—thick, heavy, unmistakable. Sweat, cum, spit, and that raw, animal scent that clings after you’ve been fucked open and filled. My legs were jelly, ass still throbbing with the ghost of Mark’s cock, a slow trickle of his load leaking out every time I shifted. I was sprawled on my stomach, face half-buried in the damp pillow, trying to catch my breath while my heart hammered like I’d run a sprint.