A Love That Shouldn't Be
She raised her eyebrow expectantly, smiling.
Pulling slowly downward, he worked the panties over her butt, then hips, and finally down to her knees and calves. Lifting her legs for him, she let him finish removing her panties, then stood obediently, waiting for him.
He wasn't done with the panties, though, and lifted them up to his nose, inhaling deeply.
"God damn," he said, smiling and sitting back. "These smell like heaven."
She snickered. She'd been sitting on them all morning and knew they probably did have a healthy amount of her natural odor to them. She wouldn't have been all that turned on if she smelled them like he had, but men were odd creatures.
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