Goddess Kaylee has enslaved her stepdaddy, and today, She’s training him to appreciate every inch of Her luscious, 21-year-old body. She’s just returned from a long night of dancing and f*cking her boyfriend, and it’s 2 in the afternoon on Sunday. She’s unshowered, drenched in sweat, and reeking of the club—her body ripe with the musk of exertion and s*x.

The sl*ve is tied up with her belt, his vision obscured by her dirty socks as a blindfold. She sits on him, Her body radiating heat and the thick, tangy scent of sweat mingled with the faint metallic hint of c*m. "I want to share it with you, stepdaddy. I don’t want to lie about what I’m doing anymore." She grabs his head and shoves it into Her armpit. "Smell that, b*tch? See how much I sweated dancing at the club?"

Her armpit is a pungent mix of salt, body odor, and the faintest trace of her perfume—overwhelming and inescapable. She holds him in a headlock, sm*shing his nose and face into the damp, dark crease of Her pit, making him inhale the sharp, acidic stench of Her sweat. "I know it smells SOOOOO good, stepdaddy. Now you’re gonna be my human deodorant. L*CK!" He hesitates, and She slaps him br*tally across the face. "F*CKING L*CK, B*TCH! I told you, you’re a deodorant!"

He starts l*cking, his tongue dragging across the slick, salty skin of her armpit. She makes him suck it clean, then switches to the other arm, making him smell and taste the other side. "Now this one, smell it first!" The scent is even stronger here, the sweat thicker, the odor more intense. He l*cks and sucks, g*gging slightly at the overpowering musk.

She gets up and tells him he’s not done smelling Her perfect body. She sits on his chest, Her *ss hovering over his face. "I was twerking so much, my *ss was so sweaty. The sweat was running down my back right into my cr*ck. It’s so slimy." She pushes her dirty panties into his face. The fabric is damp, the scent a mix of sweat, musk, and the unmistakable tang of c*m. He starts to smell it, but suddenly, She sits on his face, burying his nose in her soiled panties with Her full weight.

"Now you don’t have a choice, hah!" He struggles beneath her, his muffled cries for air ignored as she sm*thers him c*mpletely. After about 30 seconds, She lifts up slightly, letting him gasp for breath. "How did that smell, b*tch?" He mumbles that it smells good, but She slaps him br*tally. "I can’t hear you! Tell me how good my smelly, sweaty, stinky *ss smells!" He starts babbling, his words frantic and desperate, but it’s not enough for Her. She slaps him again and again, each strike echoing through the room. "Beg me to sm*ther you longer!" He starts crying, his voice breaking as he begs, but She slaps him again. "Pathetic!"

Finally satisfied, She sits back on his face, pinning him with her dirty panties again. This time, she lifts her legs onto the bed, putting even more of her weight on his face. He struggles, his body writhing beneath her as his air runs out, but She doesn’t budge. When she finally lets him up, he’s gasping, his face flushed and slick with sweat and tears.

But she’s not done. She straddles his face again, her camel-toe damp and discolored, the scent of c*m strong and pungent. "Do you smell that, b*tch? What does that smell like?" He ch*kes out that it smells bleachy, like c*m. "Good job, Sherlock! But you need to verify that." She sits on his face again, her gooey, stinky panty-covered p*ssy sm*thering him. "I f*cked my boyfriend one more time in the car before I came in here, so you get old nasty c*m and some fresh stuff too, lucky l*ttle b*tch."

She lifts up slightly, letting him gasp for air, but when he doesn’t thank her, she b*tch-slaps him twice. "I didn’t hear a thank you, you ungrateful piece of trash!" She sits back down, sm*thering him again, her full weight pressing down on him. "Your pathetic c*ck will never get anywhere near this p*ssy, or any other b*tch. But you’ll get f*cked plenty, just in your boy p*ssy. And you’ll be in charge of cleaning mine. If you’re good, I’ll even let you be my tampon."

She lifts up after what feels like an eternity, leaving him gasping and ch*king beneath her. "Now smell it again and see if you can tell which boyfriend’s c*m this is. More’s coming out of me."

As he struggles to breathe, She grinds her panty-covered p*ssy into his face, the scent of sweat, c*m, and her musk filling his nose and mouth. He’s left sobbing, utterly broken, as she laughs at his pathetic existence.

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