Sofindage - Miss Sofia sniffing slave! Part 2!
Sofia's Stinky Scent Seduces Her Slave
Part 2: The Intimate Interrogation Begins
Captivated by the intoxicating aroma of his Mistress's filth, the bound and gagged slave trembled with anticipation. Miss Sofia, clad in nothing but a black lace bra and thong, stood over him, her stilettos clicking against the hardwood floor. She gave a wicked smile as she reached down and pulled the socks and panties from his face, her scent overwhelming him.
"Sniff deeply," she purred, her voice holding a dark edge of pleasure. "That's the scent of your Mistress. You will never forget it."
With a flick of her wrist, she ripped open the package containing an internal vibrator. The slave's eyes widened in fear as he realized what was about to happen. Sofia laughed, a sinister sound that sent shivers down his spine. She wrapped the vibrator in her socks and panties, creating a makeshift harness that held it snugly against her mound.
"Now," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority, "you will pleasure me with your scent."
She knelt down beside him, her face hovering just inches from his nose. "Inhale," she said softly, her breath warm against his skin. The slave obeyed, taking in her scent as deeply as he could, feeling the vibrator begin to thrust against his groin.
Sofia leaned back on her heels, watching his face contort in pleasure and pain. She reached behind her back and began to untie the crotch rope that held him in place, her fingers moving slowly over his skin. As she pulled away the final knot, the slave's cock sprang free, throbbing in anticipation of her touch.
"You've been such a good slave," she purred, running her tongue along the head of his cock. "You deserve a reward."
With that, she leaned forward, lowering herself onto the vibrator embedded in her underwear. The slave watched in awe as she began to ride it, her hips undulating in a hypnotic rhythm. She reached down and grabbed his cock, guiding it towards her wet folds.
"Cum for your Mistress," she demanded, her voice a low growl.
And as she rode him, feeling the warmth of his seed against her skin, Sofia knew that this slave was hers—body and soul.
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