'I-It's my turn now…'
It first started with a kiss.
Just a soft one—barely a touch.
But it sent a ripple down her spine.
Then came a curious sniff.
Rose leaned in, nose brushing close, letting the warm scent of Riley's shaft flood into her senses.
And for the first time, she understood… what the scent of love and womanhood really was.
'It smells… weird,'
She whispered under her breath, dazed.
But it wasn't a bad smell—it was just raw.
Musky.
Deep.
It held Snow's scent, Riley's scent, something warm and earthy and real.
And to her surprise, it wasn't so different from her own.
That same heat.
That same wet, aching feeling between her thighs… her body was making it too.
Her lower abdomen clenched.
Squelch…!
A rush of wetness pooled between her legs as her body anticipated it—that thick, heavy thing entering her… stretching her… filling her.
Her breath shivered.
Then, slowly, carefully, her tongue slipped out.
She licked.
