TRUE STORY: As she walked in the door, my hand gently grasped her neck, pinning her against the wall, as my lips kissed the side of her neck. I wrapped her legs around me, as we moved from the wall to the bedroom floor. I layed her down and glazed her body with honey, as I used my tongue to traverse every unexplored inch of her body. My tongue moved from the small of her back, to her breast, with the intentions of heading south, to its final destination. On its adventure to reach its comfort zone, I suddenly STOPPED. My nose began to burn, as a horrifying scent took control of my senses. No this scent wasnt from her southland, rather this death, this road kill of a smell, came from her naval..... I in turn got up, got dressed, and told her kick rocks with opened toed shoes... Moral of the story, to the females whom this may apply to, WASH YALL ASSES how in the world you could say you showered and yet youre DAMN navel stink
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 14:57:04 +0000
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