Too Much Of A Good Thong

Shay catches her stepdaughter Eliza red-handed with a pair of her dirty panties pressed to her nose. Eliza mumbles she was just about to return them, but Shay cuts that excuse off quick. Fine. If Eliza wants the smell so bad, she’s getting the whole week’s worth—every soaked gusset Shay wore. Eliza’s eyes light up like it’s Christmas, which only makes Shay smirk; she’s sure the girl will be begging for mercy before long. One by one, Shay drops the used thongs and bikinis into Eliza’s lap. The brunette buries her face in each pair, breathing deep, lashes fluttering, nipples tightening under her thin tee. Her fingers wander south, rubbing over her own panties while she sniffs. Far from getting bored, she’s getting wetter. Shay’s eyebrows shoot up. Overstimulation it is. She peels off her bottoms right there, spreads her legs, and tells Eliza if she wants the real thing she can have it. Eliza practically dives in, tongue already out, hungry for the source.