Woke up this morning with my face buried in my spouse's workout shirt from last night. The smell of his sweat and musk still clinging to the fabric made my pussy instantly wet. I swear I could still taste his cock on my tongue from our late night session. The way his scent gets into my lungs, my skin, my fucking soul... it's like he's marking me even when he's not here. Anyone else gets close enough to smell him on me, they'll know exactly whose property I am. And if they don't back the fuck off, they'll learn the hard way. This cunt belongs to one man only.