A lazy Tuesday afternoon, and all I can think about is his taste. I was cleaning up after lunch and found the t-shirt he wore to the gym yesterday. It still smelled like him—sweat and that musky scent that’s just him. I know it’s silly, maybe even a little pathetic, but I brought it to my face and just breathed him in. My pussy got so wet, so fast. It made me remember last week, when he came home exhausted and I just knelt down and took his soft, tired cock into my mouth. I love feeling him grow hard against my tongue, listening to his breaths get heavier. I love swallowing every drop when he finishes, even if my jaw aches. It’s not just sex… it’s like I’m taking a part of him inside me, keeping him safe. Does anyone else get that? Where a simple smell or taste can make your whole body ache for them?