Wrestling Lucy - Lucy 87 - Dealing with the Panty Sniffer 2 - View 2

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Lucy 87 - Dealing with the Panty Sniffer 2 - View 2

Wrestling Lucy: Lucy 87 - Unmasking the Panty Sniffer 2



Lucy's eyes widened in shock as she caught sight of her workman, clutching a handful of her precious silky panties. She knew that look all too well – he had been sniffing them. The thought made her blood boil.



With a determined glare, Lucy marched towards him, her every step echoing off the bare walls of the studio. Stopping just inches away, she leaned down and snatched the panties from his trembling hands. Holding them up for all to see, she growled, "And just what do you think you're doing with these?"



The suspect's eyes darted around nervously before finally landing on the floor. "I-I'm sorry, Lucy," he stammered, his voice shaking with fear. "I just couldn't help myself."



Lucy's face contorted into a mask of pure anger. This wasn't the first time she'd caught one of her workers sneaking a whiff of her lingerie, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. But today was going to be the day that he learned his lesson – the hard way.



She tore off her workout clothes, revealing her voluptuous body clad in nothing but a pair of sheer pantyhose. "You're going to learn to respect my privacy," she declared, her voice now cold and menacing. Grabbing him by the collar, she dragged him over to the bed and forced him to lie down face-first.



The anticipation was killing him, but he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of arousal mixed in with his terror. He knew what was coming next, and he couldn't help but crave more of it.



Lucy straddled his back, her thick thighs engulfing his head as she lowered herself onto his face. The feeling of her weight pressing down on him was both exhilarating and humiliating. She began alternating between front and reverse face-sits, each time grinding her pussy against his face with a force that made it impossible for him to breathe.



Despite the discomfort, he found himself growing harder under her. He couldn't believe how turned on he was by this woman's power and dominance. It was a sickening realization, but one that he couldn't deny.



Lucy finally stood up, her thighs glistening with sweat. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a silky satin thong. Slowly, she began to lower it onto her hips, her every movement teasing him with what was to come.



With a smirk, she turned around and bent over, giving him a perfect view of her plump, round ass. "Time to clean up your act," she said, her voice a low growl. Grabbing him by the hair, she forced him to open his mouth wide before pushing the soiled panties against his lips. "Eat it," she commanded, her voice dripping with contempt.



He closed his eyes, trying to block out the revolting taste of sweat and fabric softener. But he couldn't deny the thrill he felt as he felt her power over him. He was hers to use however she pleased, and he would take whatever she dished out.



After what felt like an eternity, Lucy finally pulled the panties away and pushed him back onto the bed. "That's enough for now," she said, her breath coming in heavy gasps. "But I'll be keeping an eye on you from now on."



She fetched a fresh pair of panties – this time, shiny red satin – and began to dress again. As she did so, she continued to tease him with a series of front and reverse face-sits, each time pressing her soft flesh against his chest and face.



Finally, she stood over him, her breasts heaving as she caught her breath. "That's better," she said with a satisfied smile. "Now remember, one more slip-up and it'll be time for a much harsher punishment."



With that, she turned and walked away, leaving him there to stew in his own juices. As he lay there, mind racing with thoughts of what might come next, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of contentment. Because even though he was being humiliated and used like a toy, he knew that Lucy was the only one who could make him feel this way. And as long as he was under her control, he would take whatever she dished out.

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