Scene Description:
Tara Toxic was sketching in the school basement when Chad Alva stormed in, sent by his coach to round up every reeking hippie. "I'm no stinky hippie, jockass I'm punk, and your sweaty balls are what smell," she snapped. They shoved close, burying noses in each other's pits and necks, only to discover their mingled musk was filthy-hot and addictive. The scent hit like a drug; they tore at clothes, hands grabbing ass and cock as they fucked raw and rough against the concrete, grunting and sweating in a nasty, olfactory-fueled frenzy.
