Cyn sauntered into the bar, her hips swaying seductively. She was a petite thing, with bleached-blonde hair and a tight, low-cut dress that barely contained her ample cleavage. Men’s eyes followed her hungrily as she made her way to the bar, but Cyn ignored them. She had a mission tonight.

Sliding onto the barstool next to a tall, dark-haired man, Cyn crossed her legs deliberately, letting her dress ride up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of lacy panties. The man, Jack, glanced her way and raised an eyebrow. “Buy me a drink, handsome?” Cyn purred, leaning in close. Her perfume was cloying, but beneath it Jack could detect the musky scent of her arousal.

Soon, they were on their second drinks and Cyn was practically in Jack’s lap, her hand “accidentally” brushing over his crotch. He hardened beneath her touch. “Get a room,” the bartender growled. Cyn just laughed, a filthy laugh full of promise. She grabbed Jack’s hand and dragged him to the back hallway, shoving him against the wall and attacking his mouth with hers.

Their coupling was frenzied and urgent, a clash of teeth and tongue and grasping hands. Cyn ground against Jack wantonly, her panties quickly soaked through. He groaned and shoved them aside to plunge his fingers into her wet heat. She came with a dirty moan, her thighs clenching around his hand. He wasn’t far behind, spurting into her hair.

They emerged reeking of sex, Cyn’s cunt still dripping down her thighs. She sniffed her fingers with a lascivious grin. “Mmm, nothing like the smell of sex,” she purred, then sauntered off into the night, leaving Jack dazed and spent. For Cyn, the best aphrodisiac was her own musk – the heady scent of sweat and cum and pussy. And she always made sure to wear it.

Would you like to experience the smell of Cyn…ask me how at 888-750-4746 EXT. 866