Good Grades = Panty Sniffing

Abby Somers walks around the house like she already owns it and I Danny Cash can’t stop staring. What gets me every time is that warm, dirty smell on her panties. One afternoon she catches me elbow-deep in her drawer. I figured I was dead, but she just smirks, peels off her leggings, and shows me the sweaty pair she wore to the gym. She rubs the damp crotch right under my nose, then shoves me back with her foot when I lean in. Turns out I don’t get a sniff until my grades improve. A few days later I storm back in with an A in my hand. She spreads on the bed, pulls her panties to the side, lets me bury my face in that hairy, sweaty pussy, then stuffs the whole pair into my mouth. Next thing I know she’s on my face, her thick tits swinging while she sucks my cock deep and sloppy. She climbs on, sinks down on me, and rides until I flip her over and pound her from behind. Her big pierced nipples bounce every time I slam into her. When I can’t hold it she begs for it on her bush, and I pull out, spraying thick ropes across her hairy mound.