Sniff Pantys Novels & Stories

“Take your shorts and panties off.” “No. Fuck you,” she snarled, and I grinned. I used my hold on her hair and forced her to stand, and while I stared into her eyes, I ripped her shorts and panties off. “You sick bastard.” Yeah. I sure as fuck was. I brought her panties to my nose and inhaled. “You smell incredible, but more than that,” I said and showed her the material, crotch outward, “your panties are wet because you’re turned on.” I needed to fuck her right here on the dirty, hard forest ground until I was buried deep in her cunt, and my balls were pressed to her little ass.

Sadie’s chest rose and fell as she watched him expectantly. “Open your legs for me, baby,” he said with dangerous calm. She watched, shocked to find him kneeling between her legs. He reached for her panties, pulling them off. Her mouth was slightly open, watching as he pushed his nose into her wet panties, taking a full sniff. “You smell amazing. I will keep this for later,” he said, tucking her panties into his back pocket. Before she could protest, his thumb had pushed past her folds, testing the wetness of her pussy.

That must be the reason why this particular bra was among the surprise. At the end of the stairs was the biggest surprise of all, her white panties. I picked it up, brought it close to my nostrils and inhale the scent of her wetness. My dick quickly became harder than a rod, ready to tear through anything. I pictured her on the bed naked, legs wide apart, one finger gently rubbing her clit and with the other, she beckoned on me to come. Her pupils dilated in a sexually arousing manner.

With our baby. I drink all the wine and then entered Ley's room. I spray her perfume to smell her. My foot automatically stepped closer to her wardrobe and there I saw her undies. I don't know if out of alcohol or out of loneliness, I smelled one of the panties. I could feel my body heating up because I thought it was Ley. The heat I feel now is different. I lowered the bottle and felt my stiffness. I took off my shorts and took another panty and wrapped it around my dick. As I sniffed the other one, I began to move up and down my hand.

“Fuck, it smells good on you. I always wondered; I just couldn’t catch the smell,” “I like the smell too,” I admitted shyly. “You don’t think it’s too…feminine?” I hate how desperate I sound for his approval. I don’t want him to think I’m being weird or anything. I mean, he had a chance with the panties, but who knows? I bet he’d lose it when he hears I like stuffies. I shudder at the thought and banish it immediately.

I continued "Prove to me how bad you want me." I was finally in front of him and he was panting for air. His chest was heaving up and down as he bit hard on his lips trying to suppress his moan. I grinned feeling satisfied about what I was doing to him. I started to undress myself, starting with my panties. I dipped my hand under my dress and pulled off my underwear slowly for him to see them when I was done, I threw it on his face and watched him sniff it. For some reason, I was getting turned on instead and was no longer feeling any form of irritation towards him. Fuck. I moaned softly as I watched him continuously sniffing my panties and my vagina was fluttering already.

I wasn’t wearing any panties. And he held my panties in his hands. One that had just left in between my legs. I took a deep breath and awaited his anger for my color invasion. It didn’t come. “Nice colors.” He waved my panties to my other clothes on the couch and table. I folded my hands under my boobs in defense. But I was prepared to see him raise my panties to his nose and take a deep sniff. That was hot. Oh God, why did weird things turn me on?

I raised my arm nervously and sniffed my clothes, glancing at Pete. "What's wrong? Do I smell like something?" Pete leaned in to sniff again, forcing me to back up until I was pressed against the window. Feeling embarrassed and annoyed, I snapped, "Pete! Don't get so close to me!" He straightened up with his hands on his hips. His face was dark when he said, "Smoke, alcohol, and... The scent of some random man."

They were reacting so well to the way I looked in my white cotton panties, that I didn’t even take them off right away. Slipping out of my skirt so that I was only wearing my knee-high socks and white cotton panties, I listened to the praise that I was getting. They admired my wet pussy leaking through the cotton, bringing their noses close to me as they sniffed the scent. They admired the way that my panties rode up into my ass crack, offering to fix it for me. They were all so close as they looked at me and started to touch me, getting more and more confident with the way that they were groping me.

Luckily they had not returned the car to the garage. He went into the bathroom in the dining room and changed his clothes there. Jefferson states this uniform is suitable for any sport, especially since it feels soft on his body. Even though he was accusing Hugo of giving him short pants, Jefferson wasn't checking those, so he didn't know how short they actually were. But it turns out that the pants are really short, almost ten centimeters above the knee. That pervert is annoying. No wonder he just nodded and obeyed Homer; it turns out he gave Jefferson a really short pant, and that's the truth.