His left hand grabs the back of my head and shoves my face into his rank pit. My face is smothered in his sopping wet armpit. My mouth’s unfortunately open so I’m both tasting and smelling his pungent, salty b.o.
He starts working my face up and down, covering it with his pit sweat. The guy smashes my face harder into his pit and growls.
I hesitantly stick my tongue out there’s nothing else I can do. I can’t escape his powerful grip and I don’t want to enrage this insane bodybuilder anymore. I start licking his pit and cringe at the bitter taste that overwhelms my taste buds. I feel his sweat and stray pit-hairs coating my tongue as I continue cleaning him.Īfter another minute or so, he pulls my face out of his pit. I know I look a mess with my face dripping with his sweat.īut he cuts me off, “Oh no need to beg, I got another rank pit for you to service.” The guy grabs my head with his other hand and lifts his left arm, exposing his other pit. I can barely get out a whine before he’s shoving my face into it. “Get to work or I’ll break every bone in your body, bitch-boy” he threatens.
I heed it and get to work, licking his sweaty pit. “Yeah you taste that? That’s the taste of fucking with the wrong guy’s baby sister.
