Chloe obeyed without a word, her body shifting gracefully as she straddled my waist. The moment her pelvis met mine, she began to rub herself along the length of my hardened cock, the thin fabric of her shorts scraping over my sensitive shaft. The sensation was coarse—raw even—but oddly satisfying. That friction, mixed with her heat, stirred something primal inside me.
Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps—panting like an animal in heat. She leaned forward, her lips parted, tongue brushing her upper lip as she whispered, voice trembling with uncontainable lust.
"I want to be covered with that musky smell again..."
Her words sent a low pulse through my cock. Chloe had a deep, unrelenting fetish for scent—specifically, the smell of my cock, my sweat, my sperm. Right now, it drove her wild.
