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But I just felt. . .odd. It was more than just my cock deflating.
That had been a weird type of orgasm. It had taken so long for me to come that it was more of a dispirited spurt than anything else. Weak and barely noticeable.
Had I built this whole thing with Makayla up way too much in my head?
What. . .had gone wrong?
When my lips first touched hers, they were soft and inviting.This was going to be amazing, I thought.
However, as I wrapped my arms around her, I got a closer whiff of her perfume.
My nose began to tickle and I tried to ignore it, but it wouldn’t stop.
She plunged her tongue into my mouth, her teeth clicking on mine, and sucked on my tongue vigorously.
My nose was still stinging, and I had to jerk away, her teeth scraping my tongue, and I tried to cover my mouth, butunfortunately she was still hanging on with her teeth, and I sneezed quite loudly.
Unable to untangle myself, my sneeze landed all over her face and sprayed down her neck.
“What the hell?” she squawked, looking at me in disbelief and wiping off her throat.
“Sorry. . .I’m sorry. . .” I said. “I think it’s just your perfume. It’s just—I’m very sensitive to smells.”
“What’s wrong with my perfume?” she cried. “It’s called Raw Sensuality by Le Bonne Odeur.”
It smells like a Glade plug-inI wanted to say, but did not.
OK, so not every hot afternoon sex was going to be a gold medal winner, that was ok.
But things only got worse.
She dropped to her knees in front of me and looked up with a saucy face, tugging at my belt.
I tried to get back in the spirit of things, but since she hadn’t removed the perfume, I could feel my face starting to sting, and it meant my hay fever was the primary focus and not her taking my cock out of my pants.
I definitely had a boner, but whatever Makayla was doing down there was not really working for me, short little licks like my cock was a sherbet flavor she wasn’t sure about, punctuating it with teethy scrapes along my dick that were extremely odd.
I finally had to gently suggest we move on, but Makayla didn’t seem to like that. I pulled down her panties, only to find out that she had covered her very shiny pussy with a strange, viscous substance.
“What—is this?” I asked.
“Edible lube,” she said huskily. “It’s pickle flavor. Get it? Because I want your pickle in me. Let’s get kinky, Harley.”
“Wait, pickle flavor?” I asked. “I’m allergic to pickles.”
I felt slightly irritated. Did I need to bring an allergy list with me on every single date?
“So you can’t lick my pussy?” she asked, pouting.
“I didn’t think you’d coat it with pickle lubricant,” I said.
Then we moved onto the penetration portion, and there I was also disappointed.
Makayla was a very pretty woman, and it had been sort of exciting to put my dick in her for about two seconds, but it was nothing like I had imagined.
I suppose I had imagined myself as a stallion leaping into the saddle, but unfortunately all my moves seemed to be geared toward Lily-Mae.
I flipped Makayla sideways, I flipped her backwards, I practically flipped her upside-down.
