Sometimes I feel like being bed-rot queen of my twin size bed and five-years-spanning-sweat-catcher-unchanged-spring-mattress is valuable work experience yet tantamount to and much ado unto nothing. I lift my underarms sometimes and shed tears there isn’t a fierce featured face to burrow and spot check them for me with vigorous nuzzles and thrusts of each nostril. Is chivalry dead? #NSFW #Gothreek #EmolordGrungesmell #Olfactophilia #Bromidrophilia #Hints-Of-Lavender
hmm. i thinnk that could be funn
see i knoww this is bait like throwwin cheese on a hook to lure in a thrashin vvioletfin such as myself and its wworkin wwonders
holy shit? i volunteer???
Hook. Line. And ain’t I a little stinker. Still. You do realize I find you fascinating to converse with, yes? Ulterior motives aside.
You will be held to it. It. Being an underarm.
good! i’d love to smell check your bed too as described, and maybe if you want i’ll let you do the same for my pits and bed too.
wwhy does evvery flippin lalonde wwitches havve to treat me like a dowwnright neurotic cornucopia of fascination i just wwanted to tongue your pits
Oh, what a. Pity.
1'D B3 H4PPY TO SN1FF YOUR GRUNG3SM3LL, ROS3. >:]
oh 0k so its not just my r0se whos secretly freaky. g0od tw0 know.