A little discussion

"Okay..." Carrie nods, thoughtfully. "I've always been kinda curious about muskplay, but it's usually about the guy's sweat. This'll be fun!"

You blink, a little surprised at how casually she accepted these unusual terms.

"You're sure? You always said showers were your favorite part of the day, that you never feel like you're really home until you've washed the world off your body."

She shrugs, "Yeah, I like taking them, but if it turns you on for me to stop, I don't mind."

Normally, after a fuck-session this sweaty and messy, she'd hurry off for a rinse before coming back to cuddle, but she skips that step this time. Carrie presses her warm, wet, sicky body tight against yours, smiling up into your eyes.

"It'll save me a lot of time, anyway," she grins. "Should I stop shaving, too?"

You lean down and kiss her forehead, licking the salty sweat and precum off her skin.

"No more shaving," you agree. "No brushing your hair. Hell, no brushing your teeth. No grooming of any kind. Don't even wipe my cum off. I want to see, feel, and smell what a feral wildwoman is like. Such a beautiful thing, ruining itself for me..."

"I'll have to cancel my yoga classes," she laughs. "Unless you'd rather see me get fired for knocking out my students during upward salute?"

You wrap your arms around her and slide your throbbing cock between her thighs, humping her as you growl, "I want you right here, where I can watch you fall apart."

"Yes, sir!" Carrie squeaks, the excitement over you finally giving in to this desire obvious in her voice. "I'll make myself the grossest thing you've ever fucked!"