A concentrated aroma

When Stacy finally stops exercising, and starts paying attention to you again, she has seemingly prepared a little speech.

"Ten years ago, when you were busy ruining my life and crushing my self-esteem, you told me that I stank of sweat, and that my cunt stank most of all. That's always stuck with me, and I've had deep insecurity and body issues ever since. Well, I don't think I'll ever be able to shake those issues, to be honest. But, I can at least get some poetic **** today. I'm definitely sweaty right now. And stinky."

It's true - you have been able to smell the scent of exercise filling the basement for quite some time now.

"But I'm afraid, I can't tell you for sure whether my cunt stinks most of all. So I guess I need you to check that for me."

All too late, you see what her intentions are.

"Wait, Stacy, no please, wait!" You pull against your wrists restraints, but it's useless. You can't move anywhere.

But before you can say anything else, Stacy sits her black exercise pants, soaked in an hour's worth of sweat, directly onto your face.{if@ images > 2}

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"Get a good sniff now." Stacy instructs you calmly. "I'm not getting up until you've breathed it aaaall in."

GROSS GROSS GROSS GROSS GROSS!!!

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