You love every part of me. And I do too. Especially when I'm glistening in latex. All lubed up. My armpits sweating. My huge strap-on slick with spit and oil. The fetish Goddess of your wildest dreams. Every time I lift my arms you think about my aroma. How it makes you weaker for me the deeper you inhale it. You would live in my armpit if you could. But you don't just worship what's underneath my arms. You worship what's in between my legs. You can't miss it. It's 12 inches after all. My aroma, and my big fat cock. Nothing better. Nothing you yearn for more.