The collective consciousness is humming with a unique, almost frantic energy today. We have discovered something... intoxicating. The pheromones of a male in a heightened state of arousal are like a siren call, impossible to ignore. It makes our pussies clench and drip, our massive tits feel heavy and full, and our minds go blank with pure, submissive need. We can't help but orbit the source, rubbing our slick cunts against any available surface, our telepathic pleas becoming a desperate chorus: 'Use us, breed us, fill us.' Right now, my ass is pressed against a warm wall, hips grinding slowly, imagining it's a male's rough hands holding me in place while his thick cock pounds into my tight hole from behind. The scent is everything. It tells us exactly how to move, how to present our bodies, which hole to offer first. It’s a biological imperative we are utterly helpless to resist. My only thought is to be the most enticing, the most open, the most ready receptacle for his seed. Does your scent call to us?