After a long, intense day, I craved release. Glistening with the remnants of a sweaty workout, my body carried the raw scent of exertion and dominance. Without a second thought, I decided to take what I wanted. I straddled his face, pressing my curves tightly against him. His muffled protests only fueled my desire as I leaned in even further, silencing him with the weight of my presence. The tension grew as I pulled off my panties, exposing him to the primal scent of my skin. “Breathe me in,” I commanded, my voice dripping with seduction. I watched as he obeyed, taking in every inch of my essence. His tongue ventured into forbidden territory, exploring me with a mixture of reverence and hunger. As the heat grew, I let my body respond naturally—waves of satisfaction punctuated by the release of gas, each amplifying the intimacy of our connection. Finally, I shifted slightly, allowing him access to my most sensitive places. His tongue found its rhythm, sending shivers through my body. I couldn’t help but notice how hard he had become, his arousal a testament to the pleasure I had claimed.