Grabbing onto her memories, Joe rose, and strode into the closet, objective clear.
Pulling open a drawer she dover her head in, moving her nose back and forth, absorbing the smell. Licking every single panty in there. Lace, silk, cotton, nylon, spandex, satin, even a pair of leather panties. So naughty. Her hands dove into the drawer and scooped them up, pulling them tight to her chest and breathing them in.
Swaying almost drunkenly, overwhelmed by the scent Joe dropped them on the bed. He the hurried back to the closet, and pulled open another drawer. Once more you burried your face, this time into bras of all kinds. Inhaling the intense alluring oder of Tracy. These too he carried to the bed.
He returned. The ritual continued, this time a plethora of socks. To the pile they went.
One more trip, and he returned with a shoebox, and a single black patent leather pump.
Hands on his hips, Joe gazed upon the sight of his new bed. "Not quite right" he muttered, chewing on his lip as one hand rose and idly mashed his left tit in thought.
"Ah." He started moving the stuffed animals. Setting them up like an audience, all gazing upon the bed.
Finally, he fell backwards on the pile, and started rolling around, basking in the scent and feeling. The best day of his life Joe thought, as he started making underwear angels.
He dont know how long he played, but eventually a new hunger reached him. Joe needed more.
Up came the shirt, and he brought it to your face. Covered in sweat. So sweet. The tang of her smell. You wondered at the source. Joe moved his head down and sniffed Tracys armpit. His tounge darted out questioningly.
Divine.
He once more lost himself, hips buccing as he brought Tracy's entire face into his armpit and luxuriated in the smell. She had stolen the best body in the world she thought, as she covered the merging of her head and armpit in a tent made of her used shirt.
Eventually though, she grew tired of this, and moved on. Down came the shorts. She rubbed them on her cheeks, enjoying the feeling of the smoothed out denim on her face, loving the smell, but she knew she could have more as she started to come to his senses.
Quick as a flash, he whipped Tracy's panties off. Up they came, and he **** them into his gaping mouth, savoring the taste. She bucked and writhed, spraying everywhere.
This was amazing, but Tracy had a plan.
She had barely any energy, but it was enough.
Her hand fumbled around inside the shoebox. First emerged an anal plug. Squeling around her panties, she rammed it home, up her ass. Breating heavily, the pulled out a massive dildo, a had to be ten inches long. With a groan, sucking on the panties for strength, she drove it into herself. Next came a button vibrator, and a length of tape. Right to the clit it went, remote in hand.
Finally, she grabbed a white thigh high sock, and pulled up up her arm, before sliding that hand into her heel.
She repositioned herself, and propped herself up. Legs bent and spread, she gazed at herself in the mirror. A whore, plugged in every way, and hungrily sucking on a used pair of panties.
She brought the toe of her shoe down on the vibrator, pushing it down hard, even as she dug into her taint with the heel, her hand letting her reach. She triggered the vibrator on to max power.
She knew no more as she screamed for hours.
She ended many times, but didnt stop until the batteries ran out.
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