My wife worked out this morning and came home sweaty and smelly. The circles of sweat ran under her arms and across her chest, down her sternum and across her belly, into her waistband and down her ass and to her crack.
It was sexy as hell. I grabbed her and ran my fingers into her loose sweatpants and felt the slick film of dirt on her ass and lower back. I tasted the salt on her cheeks, on her neck below her chin.
Felt the wet hot damp under her breasts.
I pulled her sweat shorts off her and licked her sweaty funky pussy, spread her legs and drank of her smelly dank and natural skank. Rubbed my hands over her body spreading the uriney extrusion of her smell on her stomach, her face, onto my hands, and onto my body.
My thighs. I pulled my pants off and opened my shirt. Rubbed against her and entered her, already lubricated, and the friction/lubrication of her warm, worked-up sweaty body boiled my sexual responses. She felt like the forest, like the poison ivy canyon. Relaxed and open, an earthy funk.
Her hair matted on the sides of her face at her temples. I held her head close and I smelled the warm slime as I came deep inside her.
mmmm a rare delight in this world...a woman who tastes and smells like "herself" instead of all the deodorants and soaps and scents Madison Avenue thinks they should...a lucky man!
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