Novel & Cerita Smelling Panty

I gather my books with trembling hands and stand up. Britney's already walking away, her friends trailing behind her like ducklings. The hallway noise starts again. Conversations. Locker doors. Footsteps. Everyone moves on because this isn't new. This is just what happens to the girl with no scent. I make it three steps before I have to stop. I press my back against the wall and close my eyes. My knees throb. My chest is too tight. I count to ten the way my mom taught me. Breathe in. Breathe out. Wait for the shaking to stop.

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.

Still, seeing her this way… Makes me want to claim her even more. I started to grow tired of the fabric between our skin, and ripped her panties off her, causing her to whimper. Not out of fright, but more in anticipation. Upon feeling the wet fabric in my hand, getting a burst of Nex’s sweet smell radiating from her hole, I turned my attention to the panties still in my hand, soaked in her scent. I felt as though I was under some form of hypnosis, for I brought it close to my face, and practically buried my nose into it, taking in more of the scent in full. Like a drug, I felt myself going high as I continued to smell this delightful scent.

Suddenly, Paula pushed on his hands with his fingers still wrapped around her panty's waistband, and said, "Okay! I don't think these are going to hold any more pussy juice; get them off me so you can eat my cunt for real!" He straightened up on his knees and she brought her legs together so he could thread the soaked panties off them. Before tossing them onto his dresser, he held them to his nose and inhaled deeply. Paula smiled at him and said, "That aroma is going to be even better in a day or two. And I hope you get a raging hard-on and beat off every time you smell them." He smiled back, and said, "Oh, you can count on that!" She spread her legs again, and said, "Now, where were we?"

“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.

I shook my head and went to the bathroom to start the washer. I threw my clothes in first, then hers. Right before I closed the lid, a pair of her light purple panties fell out onto the floor. I picked them up. They were a sexy little lace-trimmed thong. I was surprised, because I always thought Mary wore basic cotton panties. These looked hot as fuck. I stood there holding them for a second… then did something dumb. I brought the crotch to my nose and inhaled. That warm, sweet, musky smell of her pussy hit me hard.

But then the ache started low in my belly, spreading down between my legs until my pussy felt hot and swollen. I squeezed my thighs together, but that only made it worse. A soft whimper slipped from my lips. Something wet and warm was leaking out of me, soaking my thin panties. The smell hit me next, sweet like honey mixed with something wild and needy. My own scent. It filled the small room fast, heavy and thick, calling out to anyone who could smell it.

His mother certainly had big tits and a large round ass, but her baggy clothes that hid her curves definitely put him in mind of the BBW category, which he was not into. So, when he picked up the panties to look at them, the odor stronger now, he was surprised as he automatically pulled them to his face and inhaled, his pants growing tight as his cock hardened. The scent was magical, musky, and it lit his blood on fire. He expected maybe a pee smell, but it was nothing like that. When he sniffed the ass of the panties, he was again surprised to find not a hint of poo aroma, just something... earthier, but good. He pulled his cock out and jacked off into the toilet, the panties held to his fa

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.