What is it about a woman's armpit that beguiles you so, slave? Is it the exquisite curve that truly encapsulates natures ingenuity? The soft, supple skin that feels like butter to the touch? The delicate skin unmarred by the worlds harshness, protected expertly by a strong, slender arm?

Perhaps it is the warmth that radiates from within that seems so unexplainably deep and comforting when your face is nestled there. It is warm and safe.

The scent. The heavenly scent that dances along the wiring of your being, lulling you into a soft and gentle trance of excitement, happine...

What is it about a woman's armpit that beguiles you so, slave? Is it the exquisite curve that truly encapsulates natures ingenuity? The soft, supple skin that feels like butter to the touch? The delicate skin unmarred by the worlds harshness, protected expertly by a strong, slender arm?

Perhaps it is the warmth that radiates from within that seems so unexplainably deep and comforting when your face is nestled there. It is warm and safe.

The scent. The heavenly scent that dances along the wiring of your being, lulling you into a soft and gentle trance of excitement, happiness and contentment...