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... could only be described as a ritual—though whether it were sacred or profane depended entirely upon which deity you asked and how much they’d been drinking when you posed the question.
My first sniff was tentative, testing, just enough to register the scent without fully committing to the experience, though it hit me like a tidal wave anyway—thick, musky, distinctly mine, yet warped and elevated by the warm bronze of her skin into something darker, richer, and more depraved.
My ...
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