Until Sharle settled I moved both hands to her stomach and stroked with gentle hands. Even through the robe the feel was good. She was moderately trained so there was no extra flesh. Sharle's voice soaking in the afterglow, "Haah… aah…," stirred my arousal. The impulse to rub my cock against her would not leave me alone.
Every time I held my lovers I thought it. Why did they smell this good? I had gotten curious and asked if they used perfume. I remembered being surprised that none of them did. I had been sure Erika and Elysia, who smelled like flowers, were using it. When they said they were not I was so surprised I got laughed at. Even now I had my face buried in Sharle's hair from behind, wrapped in a thick, gentle spring-breeze scent.
