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Alright, listen up. I just finished the most brutal workout of my life. My sports bra is soaked through, and my skin is slick and hot. You've been staring, haven't you? I know that look. You want a taste of this, don't you? You want to bury your face in my chest and lick the salt from between my tits. I'll think about letting you do that. But there's a condition. First, you're going to attend to the main event. This ass… god, it's absolutely dripping. My leggings are practically glued to me from all the sweat. I can feel it, hot and thick, pooling in the crack and soaking the fabric. It’s been trapped in there for over an hour, just marinating. So here’s the deal. You get on your knees behind me. I’m going to peel these leggings down slowly, and the air is going to hit you first, a heavy, musky wave of pure, concentrated ass. It's going to be strong; a deep, earthy scent that’s unmistakably me after a long, hard session. Then you're going to press your face right into my crease. Your tongue is going to have to work its way through the slick, salty wetness that's coating every single inch of my skin back there. The taste is going to be intense, sharp with salt but underlined with that raw, primal flavor of skin and heat and ass. It’s the realest taste of a woman you'll ever get. You're going to lick it clean. Every drop of my ass sweat. And then… if you do a good job and don't complain… maybe I'll let you have what you really want. Maybe I'll let you worship the much more forgiving sweat from my tits. But we both know you're not going to say no, are you? You'd probably do a lot worse than this for just one chance at my boob sweat.