'Oh, bitchhhhh!' Miss Shell commands, her voice dripping with dominance. Frank immediately gets on his knees in front of her, bowing his head in submission. It's been too long since she has felt his tongue on her armpits. Seeing the unruly mass of hair under Miss Shell's arms, Frank knows it's going to be even more intense than before. As she raises her arm, revealing her unshaven, sweat-soaked pits, the smell instantly hits him like a ton of bricks, and he can feel his mouth watering in anticipation. That's 2 years for Frank. 2 years that she's been saving all of this stink and sweat just for him. Miss Shell taunts, running her fingers through her thick armpit hair. Without hesitation, Frank dives in, his tongue eagerly licking up every drop of sweat that has accumulated in her pits. He can feel the coarse hairs tickling his face as he sucks and licks, his tongue dragging across every inch of hair. The sweat level in Miss Shell's pits is almost overwhelming, but Frank is determined to please his Mistress. He buries his face deeper into her bushy forest, his nose hunting for her musky scent. Miss Shell moans in pleasure as she feels his mouth working tirelessly, his tongue swishing around her pit, lapping up every drop of sweat. The combination of her saltiness and bitter aftertaste almost makes Frank gag, but he pushes through, coursing through the depths of her two-year-old sweaty pits. Determined to prove his loyalty and devotion, despite the overwhelming stench and bushy forest of hair, with each lick and suck, Frank becomes more and more consumed by the salty, foul juices, willing to get knocked off in her sweat just to please his Mistress.