Oh yes. Wild Irish has pegged it perfectly.

The tangy, yet slightly sweet taste that becomes more pronounced and pungent as her need builds.

The taste of her exotic juices as her climax forcefully drives her into my face.

Luxuirating in her heady aroma wafting from my soaked beard, as I hold her close in the afterglow of our lust.

Tasting her, on her own lips, as I gently kiss her good night.

Damn. The first person to successfully bottle it will make a fortune.

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