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The Temptation of Armpits - part 2
You stand in the conference room, nervously tapping your foot as you wait for Westwood to arrive. The room is dimly lit, with a large oak table dominating the center and plush leather chairs lining the walls. You can’t help but feel a mixture of anticipation and apprehension about what’s to come.
The door opens, and Westwood strides in, his confident gaze immediately finding yours. He closes the door behind him and locks it before walking over to where you stand.
‘Are you ready to continue our exploration?’ he asks, his voice low and seductive.
You nod, unable to find your voice. Westwood smiles, a hint of mischief in his eyes, and gestures towards the table. ‘Come here,’ he says.
You hesitantly approach the table, feeling the heat of Westwood’s gaze on you as you walk across the room. He pulls out one of the chairs and motions for you to sit down. You do so, your heart pounding in your chest as you wait for his next move.
Westwood leans against the table, looking down at you with a hungry expression. ‘Tell me,’ he says softly, ‘what is it about my armpits that fascinates you?’
You blush, feeling embarrassed but also strangely turned on by his direct question. ‘I-I don’t know,’ you stammer. ‘They’re just… sexy.’
Westwood raises an eyebrow. ‘Sexy? In what way?’
You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. ‘The way they look, the way they smell… it just does something to me.’
Westwood nods, seemingly satisfied with your answer. He reaches up and pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his bare chest once again. You can’t help but stare at his toned physique, admiring the way the light reflects off his skin.
‘Touch me,’ he commands, raising one arm to expose his armpit.
You hesitate for a moment before reaching out and running your fingers through the short hairs. Westwood lets out a soft groan, and you feel a thrill of excitement course through you at the sound. Encouraged by his reaction, you become bolder in your exploration. You run your fingers through the short hairs and press your lips against the damp skin, savoring the taste of his sweat on your tongue.
Westwood moans softly, his hands gripping your shoulders as he leans into your touch. As the intensity of your encounter builds, you find yourself lost in a haze of desire and pleasure. The world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you and the all-consuming passion that burns between you.
You look up at Westwood, your eyes meeting his. ‘Lift your arms,’ you say softly.
He raises his eyebrows in surprise but does as you ask, lifting his arms above his head. You take this opportunity to explore his armpits further, running your hands over the soft skin and inhaling deeply, taking in his musky scent.
Westwood’s eyes darken with desire, and he suddenly grabs you by the waist, pulling you towards him. He presses you against a wall or pushes you onto a table, pinning your hands above your head as he kisses you passionately. At the same time, he rubs his armpits against your face, the rough hairs tickling your skin and sending shivers down your spine.
You moan into his mouth, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your body. Westwood’s grip on you tightens, and he leans in close to your ear, whispering, ‘I can smell how much you want this.’
His words send a jolt of electricity through you, and you find yourself craving more. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you grind against him. Westwood responds by thrusting his hips forward, causing you to gasp with pleasure.
As the encounter reaches its climax, you moan Westwood’s name and confess your love for his armpits. He groans in response, his arms tightening around you as he presses his armpits against your face one last time. You share a passionate kiss, sealing your newfound connection.
You take a deep breath and muster up the courage to ask, ‘Westwood, can you lift your arms for me?’ He raises an eyebrow but complies, lifting his arms above his head. The sight of his armpits exposed sends a shiver down your spine. They’re slightly sweaty, with a few stray hairs and a musky scent that fills the room. You can’t help but stare in fascination. ‘You like what you see?’ Westwood asks, a hint of amusement in his voice. ‘I do,’ you reply, your face flushing with embarrassment. ‘I can’t believe how turned on I am by this.’ Westwood smirks and says, ‘Go ahead, explore. I want to see how much you enjoy it.’ You lean in closer, taking a deep breath and inhaling the scent of his armpits. It’s intoxicating, making your head spin with desire. You tentatively extend your tongue, licking the soft skin just below his pit. Westwood lets out a low groan, encouraging you to continue. You become more daring, lapping at his sweat and tracing the outline of his armpit with your tongue. The taste of his body odor is surprisingly delicious, and you find yourself craving more. You press your face into his pit, inhaling deeply and savoring the scent that has captivated you for so long. Westwood’s breathing quickens, and he says, ‘That’s it, YN. Keep going.’ His words spur you on, and you continue to explore his armpits with your mouth, tongue, and nose. You can feel the heat radiating from his body and the soft hairs tickling your face. It’s an incredibly intimate experience, and you’re surprised by how much you enjoy it. Suddenly, Westwood takes control. He pins you against a wall or presses you onto a table, kissing you passionately while rubbing his armpits against your face. The sensation of his skin on yours is electrifying, and you moan into his mouth as he continues to tease you with his scent. ‘You like my armpits, don’t you?’ Westwood whispers in your ear. ‘You want to taste them, breathe me in.’ ‘Yes,’ you gasp, your desire for him growing stronger by the second. ‘I can’t believe how much this turns me on.’ Westwood grins and lowers his pants, revealing an erection. He guides your hand to touch it while continuing to rub his armpits against your face. The combination of sensations is overwhelming, and you can feel yourself on the brink of orgasm. ‘Look at how excited you are,’ Westwood says, his voice low and commanding. ‘You’re so turned on by my armpits.’ As he speaks, he thrusts his hips forward, causing you to moan with pleasure. He presses his erection against your stomach, the heat of it making you squirm with desire. ‘I want to feel your armpits on me while we have sex,’ you say breathlessly. ‘Please, Westwood.’ Westwood smiles and lifts you onto a table or desk, positioning himself between your legs. He lowers his arms, allowing you to continue exploring his armpits as he enters you. The sensation of him inside you while your face is buried in his pits is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you grind against him. Westwood responds by thrusting his hips forward, causing you to gasp with pleasure. As the encounter reaches its climax, you moan Westwood’s name and confess your love for his armpits. He groans in response, his arms tightening around you as he presses his armpits against your face one last time. You share a passionate kiss, sealing your newfound connection.