Your nerve doesn't get a break as her attention turns back to your midsection and immediately nuzzles your sack. Sampling breaths turn into indulging ones as she finds the apparent source of your male scent. Her eyes roll back as she closes them—your musk unlocking every last bit of tempered arousal. The air tickles and her hot breath cools quickly over the light layer of sweat on your organs. With each breath she seems to relax and sink a bit farther into the sheets.