Look at you. On your knees where you belong. Pathetic l*ttle sniffler. I know exactly what you crave, you disgusting addict. You want to swim in my scent, don't you? Ch*ke on it. Sisimmer in the essence of your Goddess.

These panties? Soaked. Not with arousal for you - never that. But with my sweat, my natural Goddess scent, the musk of a superior woman who actually works out, actually has s*x, actually matters. While you sit at home j*rking your life away.

These thigh highs? I've been wearing them for three days straight. Inside my boots. At the gym. My feet have been marinating in their own filth, and now? Now you're going to suff in them.

Take a deep breath. Good. Hold it. Because once I cover your face with this rank, sweaty fabric, you're going to fight for every molecule of air.

There. Pressed tight against your nose and mouth. Can you taste the c*tton soaked with my foot sweat? Smell that sharp, vinegary tang? That's the aroma of your worthlessness. Breathe it in. Deeper. I want you lightheaded. I want your brain swimming in my foot funk.

Pathetic. You're already leaking, aren't you? Don't you dare touch that pathetic d*ck yet. This is just the beginning of your olfactory tease.

Now. Crawl closer. I said crawl. You don't walk in my presence, insect. You drag your worthless body across the floor to worship what I offer you.

Sn*ff. Harder. Press your nose right into that fabric. Smell my *ss. Smell where I've been sitting all day, judging l*ttle worms like you. That deep, intimate, scent. That's what you're addicted to. That's what owns you.

Gasp. Breathe. Look at you - trembling, desperate, that pathetic c*ck leaking pre-c*m everywhere. But you don't get to c*m. Not yet. Not until I say. Not until you've worshipped every inch.

Now. J*rk that l*ttle thing. Slowly. Edge for me. Bring yourself right to the brink while you stuff these panties in your mouth. Taste me. Suck the sweat from the fabric.

Stroke. Stop. Stroke. Stop. You're so close, aren't you? Begging. Whining. Desperate to bl*w your load like the worthless pig you are.

Not until you admit what you are. Say it: "I'm a sock-suffcting, panty-sn*ffing, *ss-worshipping b*tch who deserves to ch*ke on Goddess Gwen's scent."

Again. Louder

Now stuff both socks in your mouth. Pack them tight. Suff on my sweat. Smell my panties held against your nose. Stroke faster. Edge right there. Right on the cliff.

C*m. Now.

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