the smell of it fills up his senses
he is drunk off it...
high off of it
he get on his knees for it
whenever she asks for it
he is there
waiting for her nectar to hit his tongue
all he wants his for her smell to permeate every pore
for her taste to leave a permanent tattoo on his tongue
he would crawl across the floor to have one last lick
a slave to her cunt and the need of his dick
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