She sweats profusely. I notice this first when we go running together. Her sweat slicks down the hairs on her arms. It forms patches which spread until her top is saturated with wetness, uniformly drenched.
Later, we fuck. She sweats just the same. It is most noticeable in certain places. Her armpits are hot and slick. Beads of sweat on her face. My hand slides on the small of her back.
The smell turns me on. Watching her pant and pinken turns me on.
I make her go on top, riding me. Our bodies are frictionless, sliding over one another. Normally skin catches on skin, pulls a little as bodies rub together, like velvet. Not with her. She’s lubricated with perspiration. I can barely grip her. She fucks energetically and she drips on me.Hersweat dries onmyskin.
Afterwards, when I lick her ribs, she tastes like the ocean.
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