Stavanger Bay on my face

Like a good little girl she came in closer. Closing those dual toned eyes, he was able to take in her scent now that she was closer, the smell of her heat was stronger and it lifted his nose higher to indulge in the scent. Once a year. Only once a year could he enjoy such a perfume - this would be his first year too, to enjoy such joys at the proper age than in his teens. Barely a year old when the females around him began to blossom and he was too naive, ill-prepared to even take notice until it was too late.

As she kissed his cheek with her tongue he leaned into the heat of her breath, letting it excite him further as the first touch. In return he'd take her into his embrace, wrapping his head around her neck and running his running against hers, coiling and sliding around er each and every curve with ease, like a snake's embrace.

Once he had slid past, reaching her hips, he'd nip and tease to try and entice her further, bend her to his whim. Caressing her hips with his touch and soaking in that perfect woman's scent. Oh how he would get drunk off of this!