Pheromones make you hard 4K

I leaned against the doorframe of our living room, watching you try to focus on your laptop while the scent of my new "experiment" began to fill the space. I’d been reading up on the science of pheromones for weeks, and honestly, the curiosity finally got the better of me. My curves felt heavy and sensitized under my silk robe, my huge breasts straining against the fabric as I watched the subtle shift in your posture. I knew I was taking a shot by testing this out on you first instead of a stranger, but looking at the way your eyes started to glaze over, I’d say the results are pretty conclusive.

You started to fidget, shifting uncomfortably in your seat as your breathing turned shallow. I didn’t have to guess if it was working; the undeniable bulge growing in your sweatpants told me everything I needed to know. I’ve wanted to get you into my bed for a long time, and seeing you lose your composure like this makes my pulse race. I stepped closer, letting my brunette hair fall over my shoulder, the sweet scent of the perfume radiating off my skin in waves. There’s no point in fighting it now—not when we’re both this worked up.

I want you to forget about everything else and just focus on me. I’m tired of playing the polite roommate when I could be feeling you deep inside me. I want to straddle you right here, letting the weight of my tits bounce as I ride you until you can't take it anymore. Don’t even worry about a condom; I want to feel every bit of you. I want you to go bareback and fill me up completely while I take control. It’s time to see exactly how much of a mess those pheromones—and I—can make of you.