Faster makes sense, but how can you do more? The likeness didn’t end there; the leaky cleft between her legs was just as aromatic as a bouquet of fresh flowers…in its own, uniquely Dashy way. It wasn’t the stale musk you might have expected of your pent-up, post-hike partner, it was fresh, youthful, and brimming with pheromones that tickled your nose and soaked into your pores—imbuing your skin with the raw essence of her most private of areas. It was a stain you soaked up with pride, and greedily applied with the fervor of repressed instinct. 