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Armpit Fetish Phone Sex with Shay

It’s the holiday time. Time for parties and fancy sleeveless dresses. I wear them because I know you have an armpit fetish and love seeing my bare arms. I know you love the way I stick my arm up in the air for no reason. Well there is a reason I know you have a fetish over my arm pits.The mere sight of them makes you rock hard and it makes you want me even more then before. Do you want to smell them? Become intoxicated by their sweet smell. Sweet dreams are made of my perfect armpits.Sigmund Freud saw this fetish as problematic but I love that you love my smile and my armpits. You love having sex with me while you stare and smell my armpits. Pump my pussy and smell or lick my armpits…extremely hot.

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Wanna bagpipe with me? Don’t know what that is well let me tell you. It’s a kinky fetish act where you put your cock in my armpit and I jerk off your cock with it. It’s given the name by the way a bagpiper plays their instrument. So do you want me to bagpipe your cock with my sexy armpit?The friction of my arm pit around your cock will drive you wild. Armpit sex is just as good armpit fetish phone sex don’t you think? The natural body smell is a powerful force in sexual attraction. My armpits’ sweet smell will drive you insane. Come have sex with me and take turns pumping my armpits and pussy until you explode with me. Lets cum together as we explore our armpit fetish.

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Armpit Fetish Phone Sex with Mina

I have an uncanny ability to sense weaknesses. They’re all around me…. but the one I want to talk about with you today is: armpit fetish phone sex. Most people don’t even realize the power of their own desires until they’re exposed. It’s in the way someone looks at you, the way their body reacts to the smallest movements. I once met a man at the beach, and it was there amid the salty air and the sound of waves crashing, that I noticed his armpit fetish.

The sun was warm and the world felt open. People were scattered along the shore, enjoying the day, but this man… his focus never wavered. His gaze was fixed on me, not my face, not my bikini covered soft bits, but my armpit. And I knew in that moment exactly what his weakness was.

Armpits. A part of the body so often overlooked, yet so full of potential. He was drawn to it, not just by the curve of them, but by the way they moved, the way they shifted as I lifted my arms up to put my hair in a pony, the way the skin became slightly damp under the sun’s heat. I could sense his attraction. I could feel his fixation and before he even said a word, I knew what it was. I knew he would be perfect for armpit fetish phone sex.
It was more than the look of my perfectly feminine armpits that transfixed him. It was the promise of scent. I could tell he was the kind of man that was intoxicated by smell of fresh sweat. Mine was a salty, earthy aroma mixed with the warmth of the sun and a faint trace of the ocean breeze. I rather enjoy my own scent too. There’s something about the smell of skin when it’s a little sweaty that ignites primal desire. It can captivate someone and pull them in deeper than they realize they’re addicted to armpit fetish phone sex. 

I could feel the shift in his energy, how his breath caught slightly, how he became more still. I lifted my arms up over my head pretending I needed a good stretch. His eyes never left my slightly damp armpits. He tried to seem casual, but I could see right through it. I’ve always been able to.

When he finally spoke, his voice was almost hesitant, as if he wasn’t sure how to put words to his newly realized obsession. “You… uh, you have a really… unique… look to you,” he stammered, trying to hide the truth behind his eyes. But I already knew. And the more I made him wait, the more I could feel him craving me.

That moment, on the beach, was one of those rare instances where the connection was so clear, so undeniable. He didn’t have to say a word. I could feel his desire for something as simple as the scent of my sweaty armpits, and it thrilled me. The truth was, I could make him ache for it without even having to try. Because when you understand someone’s weakness, it becomes a game. A delicious, intoxicating game where you control the rules. And every sniff of your intoxicating scent draws them deeper into your possession.

Are you ready for some armpit fetish phone sex? Call Mina at 1 888 8 FREAKY. 

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