The Scent of Desire

Gal Ritchie strolls into the bedroom and catches Kenzie Taylor still fixing her hair. The date can wait. Gal drops onto the bed, eyes glued to her girl. Kenzie smirks, says she’s taking her sweet time just to look good for her. Gal’s fine with that, because watching Kenzie get ready already has her wet. Kenzie spritzes perfume along her neck, down the swell of her big, natural tits. The scent floats in the air, and Gal’s mind slips into its own naughty commercial: slow motion, tits bouncing, Kenzie looking impossibly fuckable. When Kenzie glances over and sees the hungry stare, she asks what’s on Gal’s mind. Gal doesn’t sugar-coat it. She wants Kenzie right now, no dinner, no waiting. Kenzie laughs under her breath, used to the drill. Every time she gets dressed, Gal ends up between her legs first.