It was the peak of summer, and we were already dripping sweat by the time we checked in.
The rotten armpit scent hit me right in the face and I tried to squirm away.
“I knew it was Mary Pit. I could smell her two blocks away.” And they cackled away.
Right before I entered the unpaved trail, the familiar glimmer pulled my attention, and the man with the grey hair and tight fists watched me from a car in the parking lot.
His dick was hard, and I could see it from across the parking lot. My knees failed me, and I dropped on the ground.
The squirrel ran up to me and said, “Yo, is that pheromone water?”
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