The bucket of resolve she’d been drawing from since last night instantly runs dry at the first whiff of your musk. A drop of drool catches on the fabric of your pants before the next one spreads across the surface area of her kiss—planted squarely on the middle of your manhood. A string of precum that spans your tip and your waistband disappears as your member bobs wildly to either side of her sniffing, nibbling muzzle. This is definitely not going to last long. 