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Every woman I’ve been with does the same thing. We get back to her place after a date and she makes a beeline for the bathroom. “Just give me five minutes.” She wants to shower, wipe down, make herself presentable before anything happens.

I don’t want presentable. I want you exactly as you are right now. Ten hours of work sitting on your ass, a commute in the heat, and whatever else your body has been doing all day still lingering between your cheeks.

So when you reach for that bathroom door, I’m pulling you back. Bending you over whatever’s closest and dropping to my knees behind you before you can protest. I spread your cheeks and breathe you in. The sharp tang of sweat, the thick musk that’s been building in your crack since this morning, and that deeper, rawer smell underneath that makes your face go red because we both know that you shit from this hole. You can feel my cock getting hard against your leg just from the scent of you.

My tongue hits your hole and your whole body goes rigid because you know you’re not clean. Then you hear me groan into your ass like a man who just found exactly what he’s been hungry for, and your knees almost buckle. I push deeper, licking past your rim into the funk your body has been stewing in all day, and I don’t come up for air until my face is glazed and your legs are shaking.

Quit being embarrassed about your dirty asshole. Tell me about the filthiest you’ve ever been down there, and let me tell you why that’s the night I wish I’d been on my knees behind you.

Every woman I’ve been with does the same thing. We get back to her place after a date and she makes a beeline for the bathroom. “Just give me five minutes,” you say; you want to shower, wipe down, make yourself presentable before anything happens, but that’s not what I want.

I don’t want presentable. I want you exactly as you are right now. Ten hours of work sitting on your bottom, a commute in the heat, and whatever else your body has been doing all day still lingering between your cheeks.

So when you reach for that bathroom door, I’m pulling you back, bending you over whatever’s closest and dropping to my knees behind you before you can protest. I spread your cheeks and breathe you in. The sharp tang of sweat, the thick musk that’s been building on your pucker since this morning, and that deeper smell underneath that makes your face go red because we both know that you shit from this hole. You can feel my cock getting hard against your leg just from the scent of you.

My tongue hits you and your whole body goes rigid because you know you’re not clean. Then you hear me groan into your ass like a man who just found exactly what he’s been hungry for, and your knees almost buckle. I push deeper, licking past your rim into the funk your body has been stewing in all day, and I don’t come up for air until my face is glazed and your legs are shaking.

Quit being embarrassed about your dirty asshole. Tell me about the filthiest you’ve ever been down there, and let me tell you why that’s the night I wish I’d been on my knees behind you.

Every woman I’ve been with does the same thing. We get back to her place after a date and she makes a beeline for the bathroom. “Just give me five minutes,” you say; you want to shower, wipe down, make yourself presentable before anything happens, but that’s not what I want.

I don’t want presentable. I want you exactly as you are right now. Ten hours of work sitting on your bottom, a commute in the heat, and whatever else your body has been doing all day still lingering between your cheeks.

So when you reach for that bathroom door, I’m pulling you back, bending you over whatever’s closest and dropping to my knees behind you before you can protest. I spread your cheeks and breathe you in. The sharp tang of sweat, the thick musk that’s been building on your pucker since this morning, and that deeper smell underneath that makes your face go red because we both know that you shit from this hole. You can feel my cock getting hard against your leg just from the scent of you.

My tongue hits you and your whole body goes rigid because you know you’re not clean. Then you hear me groan into your ass like a man who just found exactly what he’s been hungry for, and your knees almost buckle. I push deeper, licking past your rim into the funk your body has been stewing in all day, and I don’t come up for air until my face is glazed and your legs are shaking.

Quit being embarrassed about your dirty asshole. Tell me about the filthiest you’ve ever been down there, and let me tell you why that’s the night I wish I’d been on my knees behind you.

Every woman I’ve been with does the same thing. We get back to her place after a date and she makes a beeline for the bathroom. “Just give me five minutes,” you say; you want to shower, wipe down, make yourself presentable before anything happens, but that’s not what I want.

I don’t want presentable. I want you exactly as you are right now. Ten hours of work sitting on your bottom, a commute in the heat, and whatever else your body has been doing all day still lingering between your cheeks.

So when you reach for that bathroom door, I’m pulling you back, bending you over whatever’s closest and dropping to my knees behind you before you can protest. I spread your cheeks and breathe you in. The sharp tang of sweat, the thick musk that’s been building on your pucker since this morning, and that deeper smell underneath that makes your face go red because we both know that you shit from this hole. You can feel my cock getting hard against your leg just from the scent of you.

My tongue hits you and your whole body goes rigid because you know you’re not clean. Then you hear me groan into your ass like a man who just found exactly what he’s been hungry for, and your knees almost buckle. I push deeper, licking past your rim into the funk your body has been stewing in all day, and I don’t come up for air until my face is glazed and your legs are shaking.

Quit being embarrassed about your dirty asshole. Tell me about the filthiest you’ve ever been down there, and let me tell you why that’s the night I wish I’d been on my knees behind you.