I see you eye fucking My armpits as I play with My hair, freak. The sexual tension getting thicker as something primal builds up inside of you. Lusting after the smell of My pheromones, the texture of your tongue being dragged up and down My armpit, burying your face as I leave you in a headlock, “Since you want to smell them so badly, we’re just going to sit here and really make sure you leave with your face smelling exactly like the inside of My armpit”.