Sawa Sasaki POV Scent Training Smelly Feet Pressed to Your Face as She Strokes You Through Worn Pantyhose.

The stink hits first. Sweet and wrong. I want to turn away, but I don’t. I can’t. What has she done to me? She sits down in front of you. Office skirt tight on her thighs. Crosses her legs. Smiles. She knows you’re staring. Slips one heel off, then the other. Nylon drags. They’ve been worn all day. You can already smell it. Her feet move closer. Soft, damp, used. Thick smell — sweat, perfume, heat. She laughs when you flinch. Rubs her toes on your lips. You can taste the day on her pantyhose. You stay still. Because she likes that. She pulls them down slow. Still damp. Wraps them around the dildo. Starts stroking. The smell stronger now, warm air between you. You can’t stop inhaling her. She doesn’t stop until she gets what she wants — your release on her pantyhose. Honestly, I’m usually filthy, horny, blah blah. But I just want to take Sawa for a pedicure. Fix that one broken nail. Call me, babe, and we’ll go get a mani-pedi. Xoxo Circe (210506_03)