Beautiful Girls - 99 Betty Come on, baby, smell my nasty, smelly socks I know you'll love it! Then I'll spit on your face, you jerk! And then I'll scratch your face and body with my nails, I'm going to tear you up and scratch you all over

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Beautiful Girls - 99 Betty Come on, baby, smell my nasty, smelly socks I know you'll love it! Then I'll spit on your face, you jerk! And then I'll scratch your face and body with my nails, I'm going to tear you up and scratch you all over

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Betty's Nasty Surprise

The Scent of Dominance

Betty's breath hitched as she leaned in, her nose flaring to catch a whiff of the socks. They reeked of sweat and dirt, but there was an undeniable allure to them. She couldn't help but imagine the powerful legs they'd been wrapped around, the hands that had worn them to their frayed edges.

As she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, the heat from the man's body radiated off of the socks, sending shivers down her spine. She could almost feel his rough hands on her skin, his calloused fingers trailing down her neck and shoulders. It was a scent that promised pain and pleasure in equal measure.

Spitting in His Face

With a wicked grin, he finally spoke, his voice like gravel scraping against her ears. "Here it comes, baby," he growled, reaching out to press the socks against her nose. "Take a good whiff. That's the scent of dominance."

And then, without warning, he spat right into her face. Hot saliva dripped down her cheek, burning her skin. But still, she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of arousal. This was the game they'd agreed upon; a dance of pain and humiliation that left them both breathless.

Nails Biting Into Skin

He pulled the socks away from her face and stood up, towering over her. She shivered, her heart racing as she watched him undress. He was even more imposing without his clothes, his muscles rippling as he moved.

And then, before she knew what was happening, he was on top of her. His rough hands gripped her face and body, leaving angry red marks in their wake. She arched her back, trying to escape his grasp, but he only tightened his grip.

The Aftermath

In the aftermath, as she lay there panting, she couldn't help but wonder what had just happened. She'd never felt so violated, so exhilarated all at once. But despite the pain, she couldn't deny the thrill of it. She knew there would be bruises tomorrow, but for now, all she could focus on was the scent of those nasty socks.

And the thought of what might happen next.

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