You’re doing push-ups when you see a pair of trainers. You sense him crouching. You hear him speakin
You’re doing push-ups when you see a pair of trainers. You sense him crouching. You hear him speaking so you look up. That’s when you face him. Actually you face his shorts and his crotch. You take a breath to speak, but somehow you’re unable to say a word. His smell got into your nose and made a black out in your brain. Your body got frozen and your face got locked, facing the crotch, inhaling his musk. The more you breathe, the less you think. And the less you think the better you feel. No worries. Just obedience. You hear him speaking again, but in a different tone. A more commanding one. You feel your head getting closer to him. The scent gets even stronger. So strong that it makes you extremely aroused. You just keep sniffing not caring about who might see you. You hear another command and you stand up and follow him to his car. He gives you a ride. As you sit next to him, he pulls your head back to his crotch. You start to kiss his bulge, and you just can’t wait to arrive to his place. So he can give you a ride again. In his bed. Or in his kitchen. Wherever he wants. Whatever he wants. -- source link