Taylor takes you to her house.

In just ten minutes, Taylor is in the park with her car. She opens the window and gestures for you to get in in the co-pilot seat.

She looks amazing. She’s wearing a tight, black camisole and denim hot-pants.

“Ewwwww! You fucking stink!” She tells you bluntly when you get in.

“It’s not like there are showers in the park…” You mutter softly.

You suddenly remember that you wished for her to love the taste of your cum. What if you did the same with the smell of your sweat?

You think about it, and you don’t really want her to **** you to be sweaty all the time just because she likes it. Instead, you wish for her to find the smell of YOUR sweat slightly arousing. Enough to get her in the mood and arouse her even more when you’re in the middle of fucking.

Her glare abruptly softens and her eyes narrow sultrily.

“Hey…” She says and you turn your face to her.

She kisses you forcefully, for a moment, before going down to your neck. She sniffs you, giving out a quiet moan before licking you neck.

“You know what… it’s actually not so bad.” She says.

“I’m… glad…” You manage to get out.

Taylor drives you to her home. It is huge! Three stories tall. You remember she’s actually pretty rich. Or at least, her parents are. Not movie-star rich, but they’re the most well-off family in town.

Taylor parks her car in the garage (where there are two cars and space for three others), leads you by the hand into the house, through the living room, up the stairs to the second floor and inside her room.

You barely get to see anything, but everything screams “rich people”. Taylor's room is mostly white and purple. She has a king-sized bed, a vanity-mirror full of makeup, and an opened door inside the room reveals a whole closet-room. The wall opposite to the door is less wall and more window, the only one there is but more than enough to light the whole room.