Sniff Pantys Novels & Stories

He lifted her panties to smell them, making sure someone else's scent was not clinging to the fabric. He heard her snicker loudly and turned to look at her, the panties still held up in the air "So we're just being weird all out there now, not even hiding it." He smirked a little seeing the way her eyes danced "You smell fucking amazing. yeah I sniff your panties. and they make me hungry for you." He said lowly. Her mouth popped open a little involuntarily, but she quickly snapped it shut.

Ethan was in a meeting, so I waited in his office. That was when Sophia walked in. She politely brought in coffee, and when she bent forward, I caught the familiar scent of cologne. Just as Joy had described, it was Ethan's scent. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" I asked suddenly. Her hand trembled, spilling hot coffee on herself, leaving red marks instantly. She looked fragile and helpless as her eyes darted away. Flustered, she crouched down to clean the mess and did not answer.

Xander lifts my panties to his nose and inhales my cheeks redan, and I clench my thighs together. How can watching him sniff my underwear be so fucking hot? "Fuck, your smell is like a drug that I can't get enough of," I bit my lip and averted my eyes, and he threw the panties down. "Turn around," I turn around, and Xander stands behind me, rubbing his erection against me. A moan escapes my lips, and my head falls against Xander's chest behind me. "We haven't even started yet, and listen to you," "Hmm?" I hummed, delirious as Xander's fingers trailed up my back and across my growing belly. My breath caught as his fingers ran across my slick folds.

But there’s urgency, too, and it seems to infect her as much as me. She unbuttons my pants and pushes them off my hips. I step out of them and look down. Her panties are white. The picture of innocence. For a split second, I wonder if she’s a virgin. I dismiss it almost immediately. Her ex-boyfriend wouldn’t have let that pussy remain untouched for two fucking years. I tear her panties off. The material rips easily, and I lift the fabric to my nose. I let her see my expression when I inhale her scent, and my cock twitches.

He took the panties to his nostrils and sniffed them like a dog, with his eyes closed. "Smells so good." He growled. When he opened his eyes, his breath caught as he was welcomed with Claire's clean cut. She had her legs spread apart in front of him with a naughty smile on her lips. "Do you like it?" "Yes." The answer came out of Finn's throat very difficult. He had forgotten how to breathe. "Deal with it like it had been tormenting you since birth until it cries out cum."

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.

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.

Trembling slightly, I stood up, yanked my dress up , my fingers gripped the band of my panties and I rolled it down my thighs, letting it pull beneath me. He stretched his hand, smirking. “Hand it over.” I bent lower, pick up the damp panties and handed it over to him. Oh… goddess… why would he want to sniff my panties today of all days? He saw the wet spot in the crotch area and laugh out loud. “Already so wet as usual, huh?” He placed the crotch area over his nose and sniffed it in. Then his eyes narrowed as he removed it and stared at me. I froze, my chest pounded loudly than a war drum… I swear, I think he found out.

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.

“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.”