Novel & Cerita Pant Sniff

It barely helped to stall the stench from attacking his heighted sense, but he wanted to believe that somehow he was keeping the offensive smell at bay. For the most part it appeared to Ezekiel that Walter was completely unhindered by the scent, and Mantilo almost seemed to ignore it all together. Lander snarled and plugged his nose, while Nate growled, silvery eyes as bright as the moon above peered almost hungrily into the darkness that hid the multitude of bodies that the overbearing smell of rotting blood must have been wafting off of. For a long second the Wolf alternated between whimpers and growls as he sniffed at the abomination that saturated the entire area.

She normally washes her bra and pantie herself. Sylvester doesn't know what came over him, but before he knew what was going on, he was pulling the wet pantie up to his face. All he knew at that moment was that he needed to smell it. As bad as it he knew it was, he desperately wanted to know what her stepdaughter pussy cream smell like.

If he takes another step, he’ll see his soaked pants. Oh, no. From behind, I feel his eyes on my barely clothed body. It sends a shiver down my spine. “And now…” He picks up the jeans, and I watch his shadow keenly. His thumb rubs the area, the exact area my wet pussy had sat on, my clit had fucked so hard that I dropped on it. He pulls it to his nose and sniffs. He bloody sniffed it! I shut my eyes, toes pressing beneath my ass. My dripping cunt pumps more juice, wetting my thighs like a bitch.

He immediately grabbed my breasts and played with them, giving each one a little tease before sucking on them. “Arrggg, please…” I moaned breathlessly. “Tell me what you want and how you want it.” He ordered, his voice low and thick with need. “I want you to fuck me, I want you inside me, enough with the tease.” I pleaded, my body wanting more of him. His hand left my breasts and slid into my panties, his middle finger playing with my clit. “Let's take this off, shall we?” He whispered, using his teeth to take off my panties then he did the last thing I expected any man to ever do with me, he sniffed my panties.

Infact, I'm only getting started. I reached for my panties and dragged it down. I made sure my breasts were jingling as I stepped out of it. I took the pants in my hand and crawl over to the bed and stopped just in front of him. I noticed the pre cum I had released on my pants. I took the pants over to my nose, and I smelled it. "Hmmm," I moaned with my eyes closed. "This smell great. You should try it too," I said, putting the fabric over his nose.

he was talking dirty to me and I loved it My panties were already soaked " so what are you waiting for?" That was his cue as he placed me on his desk hiking my skirt and spreading my legs wide. He removed my panties and brought them to his nose "Mmmm, you smell divine," he said sniffing it " I'm going to keep this with me so I can sniff it whenever I'm missing you and I don't want you wearing panties when you are coming to work again," he said "Okay sir," I said with a smile

Moving lower he traced his fingers to the lining of my panties, making my belly tingle and shiver with the touch. Lowering my panties, making me naked as the day I was born, he started inhaling me, running his nose to the inside of my thighs. "Fuck! You smell so good, Iris. ..." he groaned inhaling more of me, making me Pant as if I had just run a marathon, I don't know there is this knot forming in my stomach which I want to get relieved of "I can't wait anymore. I need to taste you or your scent will make me crazy. " he said with a strain in his voice. His voice an octave lower making my insides churn with a good tingling feeling.

Shawn thrusted his hip a bit to make the process seamless for me. I shoved his clothes aside, then came face to face with a fat cock which my panties were already sitting pretty on. I took the panties off his cap, brought it to his nose to make sure he sniffed it, then I stuffed the little piece of clothing in his shirt through the exposed buttons.

His hand keeps moving, milking every last drop from his dick, his hips stuttering as his balls empty, his vision whiting out at the edges. My panties are still pressed to his face, my scent clinging to him even as his own release cools on his skin. He shudders, his cock giving one final twitch, a thin trickle of cum dripping from the tip to join the mess on his stomach. His breath came in ragged, uneven bursts, his chest heaving as he slowly lowers the panties, staring down at the ruin he’d made of himself. He takes the panties to his nose again, inhaling deep, his eyelids fluttering shut as he commits the smell to memory.

My breath came in short, sharp gasps, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, in my ears, in the pulse between my legs. And then, he sniffed. A low, rough sound that sent a shiver spiking down my spine. My eyes flew open, my mind spinning, my body tensing as I realized what he was doing. His fingers brushed against the fabric of my panties, lifting them to his nose, inhaling deeply, slowly, like he was savoring the scent of me. “Fuck,” he growled, his voice a dark, filthy purr that vibrated through me. “You’re dripping, Princess.”