Novel & Cerita Smelling Panty

She had to, and until then, they would have her panties as her memory. There was no way he would throw it. Not at any cost. Once she left the suite, they dared not follow her, not when she wanted some space between them. Bolt whiffed her panties when he had been holding them in his hand, bringing them close to his nose. ‘It smells like her.’ he talked with Artemis, who was also grieving in pain just like him. ‘I doubt that’s her near smell. It’s the smell of her body wash and detergent she uses to clean it.’ Artemis pointed out.

They weren't see through or anything, but they certainly weren't the cotton briefs I would have expected. I pictured her wearing them and I felt my dick react. I brought them to my nose and smelled the crotch. I knew my sister was a cute girl, but a switch had just been flipped. I closed the bathroom door and closed my eyes as I slid my pants down a little and grabbed my dick. I stroked myself while sniffing Ava's panties. After only a minute I was about to explode, so I pulled the panties from my face and came inside the crotch. I tossed them in with the rest of it and started the machine.

Despite trying to refrain, I ducked into her room, and my eyes flickered to her panties. I’m tempted to look to satisfy my curiosity about whether she and my dad had some things together. I touched her panties, and damn, they were damp. I lowered my head, sniffling in her scent just like how a wolf would sniff in scents when it's searching for something. Her scent hit me so hard that I felt my balls twitch and my dick swollen. I picked her pants up with my teeth, sniffling in her scent. Damn! I picked up her panties and dropped them onto my face, tilting my head backward while I imagined her cunt sitting pretty on my face.

He was in the middle of the room, looking for a purple top and and a clean pair of jeans. After minutes of searching in weird areas, he found the purple top and paid of jeans that was actually clean. Now, time to look for the underwears. He sighted a couple of them lying around the corner. He went over and picked one pantie up. He stared at it for a couple of seconds. He couldn't believe he was doing this... He closed his eyes and brought the pantie and sniffed it. "Oh my goodness!!", He let out in shock as he stopped himself from throwing up. He wasn't expecting the pantie to smell that way. That definitely wasn't clean.

His voice was cold as ice and when he picked up my pantie from the floor, I froze, my face flushing red with embarrassment. "Give back that! What right do you have to touch my underwear!" I yelled, trying to reach for it but the motherfucker was taller. "Hmm….." he hummed, sliding his fingertips along the soaked fabric, "G-string? our dear nerdy wears sexy panties too? Hmm, interesting. But why is it so wet, who made you cum this much?" I twisted my face in pure disgust when he brought it close to his nose and took a long sniff. "Wow….such depraved scent…."

“Please, Marlie.” She rolled me onto my back and sat up between my legs. Her fingers curled around the waistband of my panties, now stuck to my folds like a second skin. She tugged them down slowly, peeling the wet fabric off inch by inch. Her eyes locked with mine as the panties slid past my knees. She brought them to her nose, inhaled deep, and groaned. “Oh baby,” she murmured. “You smell like fuck. You smell like need.”

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.

he said. “Aww, thank you!” I replied shyly. “You know what I’m smelling right now?” he asked. “What?” I asked. “Your panties. They smell like you.” The thought of him smelling the scent of my pussy from my panties made me a little horny. We finished our conversation and I went to bed.

No sooner had he set his eyes to work, than he saw her pantie and bent to pick it with his other hand. Caring is not about being called a pervert or not... He placed Alexa's pantie nearer to his nose and inhaled the scent from the deepest part of her. His lips curved into a smile. Her scent was so heavenly, that he wondered if she usually dipped a strawberry into her p*ssy to give it the scent it had. But there was something he didn't like... Her pantie was of lesser quality and so was her bra. Though it was probably harsh to throw out the other undies, remembering their quality made him give himself a high five for throwing them out.

I ponder as I stand by the door and clasp my hand over her panties. When I feel the drenched fabric in my hand I groan. It’s slippery…fuck. I’m thinking this is the panties she wore today. Does that mean she creamed on it? “Fuck!” The word escapes from my mouth as I bring her panties up and tuck it under my nose, smelling her essence. This is so undoing. It makes me hard and eager to take whatever she gives. Right now, my dick is alive…pitching a tent against my zipper. I can feel the heat pulsing through my body.