Novel & Cerita Sniffing Used Panties

Like home. The drawers are too tidy. Everything folded too carefully. I need something with a little more of her scent. I find the bin she keeps her laundry in—overflowing, not yet done. I crouch. My hands hover for a moment. And then I start picking through it. The first piece I find is a pair of panties. Obviously worn. I raise it to my face and breathe her in. My fingers grip tighter. I find more and pocket them. Then I straighten and move back to the living room.

Shawn thrusted his hip a bit to make the process seamless for me. I shoved his clothes aside, then came face to face with a fat cock which my panties were already sitting pretty on. I took the panties off his cap, brought it to his nose to make sure he sniffed it, then I stuffed the little piece of clothing in his shirt through the exposed buttons.

He could just make out the contours of her face, and he could tell she was enjoying herself. Looking down at his hand, he saw that he still had his mother's-soaked panties clenched in his fist. Grinning, he brought the undergarment up to his nose and inhaled deeply. He moaned involuntarily as he was hit with the scent of his mother's pussy again; she smelled... absolutely delicious! Jason had heard from some friends that pussy tasted and smelled gross. But clearly those guys didn't know what they were talking about. Jason could have worn his mother's pussy scent as a perfume. Quickly, he placed the panties around his neck, wearing them like a necklace as he had done earlier in the day. Bendi

(Lydia’s POV) The scent on Wendy’s panties lingered in the air, sharp and unmistakable. I clenched my fists, my pulse quickening as I examined the torn fabric. "One, maybe two days old," I muttered, eyes narrowing. That was when Zane had been using this room. What the hell were Wendy’s panties doing here?

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.

Somehow, I was now fully aroused by the whole thing and realized my wet panties and musty smell of cum must have betrayed my first small orgasm. He reached back up to my breasts with his hands as he lowered his face to my wet crotch. I heard him inhale a deep breath through his nose. He reached two thumbs on the side of my panties and pulled them down. I heard him sniff them very loudly. He got up from the bed, walked over to the dresser and put my panties in the drawer.

She walked out and no longer after, I followed her. I knew she went to the restroom. I peeked from the keyhole and saw her drop her panties on the sink. I just wanted to get a thing of hers that will keep me closer to her. I opened the door silently and walked in gently. I looked around and picked up her panties. I sniffed it and damn! I missed her so much more. I was going crazy. So crazy that I am finding out to control myself.

That definitely wasn't clean. He threw that one away and picked another one. He sniffed it and it smelled just like the other one. He picked up a blue pantie and sent a prayer up to heaven before proceeding to sniff it. If it smelled just like the other two, he just might pass out. He sniffed it, but this one this didn't smell bad. She was going to have to make do with this. He picked up one of the black bras and and concluded that it was clean too.

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.

Making my way back to my bedroom, I stepped into the bathroom and froze. On the floor just outside the shower was a pair of pink, lacy panties. Hands shaking, I bent down and scooped them up. Holding them with two hands, I stretched them out. Sure enough, the middle of her crotch had a damp, wet stain. Not as pronounced as they had been the night before, but still. I couldn't help what I did next. Slowly lifting my daughter's undies to my face, I wrapped them around my nose and inhaled deeply.