I love shoving her nose into my sweaty crotch. That first second when the smell hits and she tries to pull away. I lock my thighs around her head and drag her closer. The resistance melts into need. That’s how I know I’ve won. Ichigo’s pantyhose are soaked from a long workday. She wants to relax with her favorite toy. Saku. Tied, blindfolded, breathless. Legs spread. Feeling Ichigo’s gaze. A damp spot growing between her thighs. Foot first. Ball pressed over her mouth. Toes grinding into her nose. The nylon reeks of sweat, street, skin. Ichigo pushes harder. The other foot works her crotch. Saku twitches, moans, obeys. Pantyhose sealed to her nostrils. The stench dragging her deeper. Ichigo pulls her chair closer. Drags her head forward with her foot. Shoves her into her crotch. Thighs locking her in place. Nose buried in the crease. Overwhelmed. And she breaks exactly how her Dominant wants. You’re jealous. Good. Stay there. Stroke. That’s why you’re here. (201202_05)