Smell Panties Novelas e Histórias

She'd run her shop here for nearly ten years, yet almost none of the locals come to her for business. That was simply because her services were extremely expensive. She charged 200 thousand dollars per session. Mom's clients were all celebrities or wealthy socialites—the rich or the powerful. Drawn by her reputation, they travelled from miles away just to get rid of the unpleasant odors that troubled them. After all, once people had money and comfort, they would start chasing pleasure. The richer they were, the less tolerant they became of even their smallest imperfections. Although Mom's perfumes were expensive, a single application would last them an entire month. No matter how severe the

"But I also saw suspicion. She was watching me when I came in earlier. I don't know why, but she was looking at me like I was… an equation she hadn't solved yet." My blood ran cold. "The scent. She noticed the perfume." "What perfume?" Rachel looked genuinely confused. "Yours! That expensive floral scent. I noticed her reaction. Rachel’s eyes widened, a flicker of genuine fear passing over her face. "That’s ridiculous! It's subtle! She's distraught!"

She turned to me and asked, "What’s your name, dear? What do you do?" I offered a polite smile. "Lily. I’m an intern at Zen Company." Her brows lifted slightly. "Zen? That’s one of our partner companies. You work under me, then. Better behave, young lady." I laughed softly. "I’ll be sure to stay on my best behavior." She chuckled, then pulled out a small vial from her purse. "Here. Try this perfume—it’s called Mystic Dew. It’s my favorite." The sweet fragrance was almost hypnotic. I couldn’t help but inhale deeply, momentarily enchanted. But before I could respond, my eyes caught a flash of movement.

Was that part of the challenge? Behind the twenty female Haunt emerged twenty dancers. These women were dressed identically in red harem pants and short vests. The pants were slit at both inner and outer thigh and cuffed at the heel. As they danced with their long, silken scarves, a strange, drugging perfume wafted over the men. Reminded of Andrea’s natural, desire-producing scent, Mathin blessed the Deity for his recent exposure. Hopefully the slight immunity he’d built up would serve him in good stead now.

My dick seems the same as always at least. I find a pair of panties toward the bottom. Heather-gray-colored Calvin Kleins. A standard hipster low-rise style, elastic band at the top. Meant to be comfy, but damn are they sexy. A bit bigger than I expected. She’s a thinner woman, but these held some thickness. I look inside, the crotch. God damn, there’s a bit of a stain. Nothing too gross, just the slightest streak of residue. Discharge, dried pussy juice. Ok a bit gross, but not to me. I stuff my nose straight in, inhaling deeply. This is what my boss’s cunt smells like. These panties spent a whole day stuffed inside her warm pants, clinging tightly against her pussy. It smells strong, but s

“What am I gonna do with you, huh? You sweet little thing. You filthy little piece of her.” The second I brought them to my face, I was gone. I groaned—deep…as I inhaled her scent. Sweet. Tangy. Innocent and wrecked at the same time. The kind of smell that shouldn’t belong to someone her age, shouldn’t exist at all, shouldn’t be coating her panties like that if the universe had a shred of decency left. But it did. Because she wore these while she moaned for me. While she bled for me.

And I’m wondering if these descenting panties are going to be enough. And then another scent starts to fill the air. One that I know all too well. I mindlink Kaia, Please tell me that you have the special panties on. She looks at me and comprehension starts to dawn on her face. Fuck! she links to me. Through the mindlink, I say, You need to get out of here. Go to the house, get some panties. We can’t have your arousal scenting the apartment. That will be more than we can hold ourselves back from.

“Now.” I rose, his cock slipping out of me again, and moved to the desk. I bent over it with my palms flat against the polished wood and my skirt bunched around my waist. He removed my soaked panties, and I raised my legs so he could take them off. He brought it to my nose and asked me to smell it. I did, inhaling my womanly musky scent. “I freaking love the way you smell, baby. After this, when you wash out my cum, I'll eat your pussy.”

smooth guy. We all got dressed. Tanner left the room first. As I came out, Mr. K. came out of his room wearing these sexy loose pants and a linen shirt. He held up a finger. I paused, letting Tanner go down the stairs. Mr. K reached out and dropped my wet panties into my hand. I reacted without thinking and pressed them to my face. They smelled strong. My orgasm and the smell of cum. I looked at Mr. K with wide eyes. He just smiled and walked down the stairs. I went back and put those panties in the bottom of my backpack. I may never wash them.

Luca slipped them down over my feet. He brought the panties to his nose, inhaling deeply. “Still my favorite, fucking smell.” Luca tucked my panties into his pocket. He turned as if he were headed upstairs and I started to follow him. But then he turned around, looking at me with that same, dark, hungry look that made my legs clench together as wetness pooled in between my thighs. “L-l-luca?” I stammered.