Smelling Panty の小説・ストーリー

How soft her skin was when I caressed it and her moan. Shit! I was starting to get hard again. I put the pant over my nose; the aphrodisiac smell oozing from the wetness was making my whole body shoot up in pleasure. It was like I wanted to burst open just by the scent of the panty. A knock suddenly hauled me back to reality. “Lucian, it’s been a while. Can we come in now?” I quickly put the red, wet underwear into my side pocket. I cleared my throat and answered back. “Yes, you all can come in.”

No way! She quickly opened the door and snatched ‘that thing’ from Shane’s hand. “Don’t you ever tell anyone about this!” She warned him before closing the door again. Shane said nothing on the other side which made her felt a little better. She double-checked the garment she was holding and her guess was right. “Waaaaaaaah!” She screamed in frustration. “Don’t worry, chub. I won’t tell anyone about you throwing your used panty. I won’t let others know how it smells too. But seriously, was it like your hobby or what?” Shane commented.

She was soaked through her panties. I tore her panties off her ass and brought it to my nose. I turned her head so she could face me and sniffed her panties. My brain went fuzzy from her scent as it overwhelmed every part of me. Her scent tasted so exhilarating and it made my heart pump fast. I threw the panties away and turned her towards the table. I pushed her face down on it and raised her dress, exposing her soft round ass. I smacked it hard and a sudden, sharp whimper of pain escaped her throat.

Naseefa said, looking around and making sure the mysterious admirer was no longer nearby. "Tomorrow morning, I'll have already forgotten about him, probably. I don't need to know his name. The important thing is that he knows mine. And then... I need inspiration for our next product. I want something delicate but spicy, something that makes you think of the white colour", she replied, letting herself be inspired by that meeting and turning the newly felt desires into brand new smells to create.

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

I laid there with my legs open as he pulled down my panty. " Fuck,even your panty smell delicious," he hissed sniffing on my silk panty. Throwing it off , he grabs my thighs, spreading it open at his face. He sits on the chair and buries his face between my inner thighs. I can feel his warm, wet tongue moving around my clit, stimulating my sexual urges. I tightened my lips together to prevent myself from moaning like whore. He then sniffs my p*ssy like how male werewolves do to their mates.

Bending over, I scooped it up and then held it up in the air with both thumbs, staring at it. It was another pair of panties. These ones were dark purple. As I examined them, I realized they were damp in the middle. Freshly damp. Was it our conversation that had turned her on enough to cream her panties? Completely unable to resist the sudden urge that came over me, I turned them inside out and then lifted them to my face. I could smell my daughter's musk, and it drove me wild. Then, I slowly ran my tongue along the crotch, tasting the juice she had deposited on the fabric.

Absolutely nothing. My eyes focus on a small dresser beside a rolling rack that she seems to be using as a makeshift closet. I pull the top drawer open and notice an array of panties. Nothing too extravagant, mostly basic cotton in black, white, and nude. I take one of the black ones and place it on my face while inhaling. It regretfully doesn’t contain her scent, but it had been on her skin.

Rummaging through the drawers, I found that he even folded them to neat, small squares in a very organized manner. The blush I feel on my cheeks grew intense when I saw the dominant color of my panties. Pink. Without hesitation, I marched my way downstairs feeling smoke steaming out of my nose and ears. God, I feel so embarrassed. But then I came to a complete halt when the most heavenly smell wafted its way to my nose. My stomach growled, or was it my wolf? I'm not sure, but what I do know is my mouth is watering right now. I inhaled it, and the next thing I know I was floating to the direction of that delicious smell. Only to find myself in a modern, high-tech kitchen.

Those sea-blue eyes stayed glued to my face, watching every move. I hooked my fingers into her lace tights—felt like a second skin clinging to her—and tugged them down. Next came her black cotton panties, soaked through with a dark circle of wetness that told me everything I needed to know. I brought them to my nose, inhaling deep—her scent was intoxicating, musky and sweet, like forbidden fruit. I shoved them into my pocket. "I think I need to get you some new panties," I groaned, the words coming out thick.