I walked in and see you rifling through my drawers.
“What are you doing, Tommy?”
You turn around quickly, embarrassed, face crimson.
“Umm, ummm, ummm…”
Your stammering is so adorable and I can see something is hidden behind your back.
“Tommy, what’s in your hand?”
I see your eyes darting around the room trying to find a distraction but you cannot seem to find one. Your hands slowly start to move from behind your back and I find one of my black lace panties in your hands.
“Did you get this from the laundry basket? What were you doing with it?”
Your eyes turn downward. “I just like to hold them.”
My eyes narrow at you because I know there’s more to the story.
“I like to hold them because the fabric is soft and I like the way they smell after you’ve worn them. I just like the smell of you.”
“You like the way I smell?” I coyly say as I move over to you, seeing your boner protruding through your shorts.
I see your head hanging in embarrassment but a smirk spread across your face as you hope this makes me happy to know how turned on you get by me.
“Do you want to smell me now?”
Your head shoots up excitedly and I lift my skirt up. My thigh-high stockings and red, lace thong on display for you to enjoy. I lay back on the bed and spread my legs.
“Get on your knees and smell me!”
Tentatively, you kneel down. Your hands start to move up my inner, stockinged thighs and I sense your face inches away from my wet pussy. I hear you breathe in and start to moan.
“It’s okay, I know you want to taste.” I spread my panties to the side and allow you to lick my sweet nectar.
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