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I hear him growl again fully expecting him to come up behind me. When he does not, I slowly stand and turn kicking my panties towards him. He catches them and takes them to his nose inhaling my scent. I am red by this point, wanting to be desirable but still having some self-doubt. Carleton inhales my scent, before putting the panties in his pocket and going back to cupping himself.

“Don’t her panties smell wonderful? They’ve been hugging her warm, mature pussy all day long.” The boy’s ass lifted off the ground as his boner flexed excitedly. His mom gently pushed his hips back down with her leg. “Down, tiger!” she giggled, then pulled Ruth’s lingerie away and dangled another set. “Mmm, look at this sexy pair. These are Aunt Morgan’s bra and panties, baby. I bet you’ve been dying to smell her pregnant pussy, haven’t you?” Amber moaned softly, pressing the crotch of her sister’s panties firmly to his nose.

He removed his hand from his back pocket and raised his hand in the air and dangling in front of his face was my panty. “I have you everywhere with me. Your cum is still on here and damn, it smells intoxicating” he sniffed my pants right there and my mouth we nt wide open. Woah! "You are crazy.” “Yeah, crazy for you. Crazy for your body!”

“I’ve smelled how wet you get. Don’t pretend I haven’t.” Heat flooded my face, coiling lower in my belly. “Vicky…” I whispered. “Say my name like that again, and I'll make sure you have a mindblowing orgasm.” She hooked two fingers under the edge of my panties and tugged them aside, exposing me completely. She brought the panties to her nose, sniffed it and ran her tongue on the wet patch. Cool air hit my slick folds and I whimpered. She looked at me, her gaze clearly hungry. She pushed my legs wider apart. “Look at this pretty pink cunt. So swollen already. Dripping for your mother-in-law.”

My dick seems the same as always at least. I find a pair of panties toward the bottom. Heather-gray-colored Calvin Kleins. A standard hipster low-rise style, elastic band at the top. Meant to be comfy, but damn are they sexy. A bit bigger than I expected. She’s a thinner woman, but these held some thickness. I look inside, the crotch. God damn, there’s a bit of a stain. Nothing too gross, just the slightest streak of residue. Discharge, dried pussy juice. Ok a bit gross, but not to me. I stuff my nose straight in, inhaling deeply. This is what my boss’s cunt smells like. These panties spent a whole day stuffed inside her warm pants, clinging tightly against her pussy. It smells strong, but s

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…."

He slowly turned. Eric Carter had just walked into the classroom. As always, conversations stopped the moment he appeared. Girls whispered. Several Alphas greeted him. Eric acknowledged them with a polite nod before making his way toward the back of the classroom. Lucas quickly looked away. Why... Why does the classroom suddenly smell different? He rubbed his nose. Was he getting sick? Eric noticed immediately.Lucas kept touching his nose. His breathing had become subtly uneven. More importantly... Lucas's Omega pheromones had changed. Very slightly. Barely noticeable.

Susan wore simple cotton panties, white and virginal, a stark contrast to the raw desire that now consumed her. Kayla’s fingers, hot and insistent, hooked into the waistband of Susan’s panties, pulling them down slowly, deliberately. Susan watched, mesmerized, as the fabric slid down her thighs, revealing the dark, moist triangle between her legs. A sweet, musky scent, uniquely female, filled the air. “God, you’re already so wet for me, aren’t you?” Kayla’s voice was a low growl, her eyes devouring the sight. She leaned in, her nose brushing against Susan’s pussy, inhaling deeply. “Mmm, smells so good. So sweet.”

If he takes another step, he’ll see his soaked pants. Oh, no. From behind, I feel his eyes on my barely clothed body. It sends a shiver down my spine. “And now…” He picks up the jeans, and I watch his shadow keenly. His thumb rubs the area, the exact area my wet pussy had sat on, my clit had fucked so hard that I dropped on it. He pulls it to his nose and sniffs. He bloody sniffed it! I shut my eyes, toes pressing beneath my ass. My dripping cunt pumps more juice, wetting my thighs like a bitch.

He didn’t look fazed, his hooded eyes meeting mine as his hand slid beneath my skirt and shifted my panties to the side. My lips parted slightly as his fingers traced over my entrance, sending a jolt of anticipation through me. He'd only placed his hands on the desk, and somehow it had happened again. He was the tech master. I shouldn’t be surprised. “You’re not wet,” he observed, his voice so casual it almost made me want to hit him. Before I could respond, he dragged my panties down. “We’ve got fifteen minutes to fix that,” he added, slipping my panties into his nose and sniffing like it was the most perfume in the world. I sighed, already dreading the argument I’d have to endure to get th