Sniffing My Stepsis's Sweaty Pussy

Megan sticks to her routine. Sweat, shower, cool off. Roman has his own little ritual—he waits for the water to start, then grabs her damp panties and breathes them in while he strokes. Works for him until today. She leaves the shower running, steps out for her charger, and catches him red-handed—nose buried in her crotch-stained underwear, fist working his thick cock. Megan doesn't miss a beat. If he wants to huff her scent that bad, he can bury his face where it comes from. She grabs his head and grinds her hairy, sweat-slick pussy across his mouth. Roman moans into her, tongue out, lapping like he's starving. Her smell and taste hit him harder than any worn pair ever could. When he's good and worked up she tells him to fuck her. Talks him through every thrust—how deep, how fast, when to slow down and grind against her clit. Megan cums hard, twice, three times, never letting him off easy. She shows mercy once. Drops to her knees, sucks her own juices off his shaft, then climbs back on for another go. This time she rides until he's shaking. When he's ready she takes his load straight down her throat, swallows every drop, and leaves him there—panting, guilty, and already wondering when she'll want him again.