Weaken him a bit

Zena keeps Don in the hug making sure that he has no where to really go. His face was still stuck in her breasts so he could only smell the trace a little amounts of sweat, while also something… sweet and exotic.

‘What is that smell?’ Don thought trying to wiggle away but Zena kept firm but looked down at the man with a small smirk.

“Enjoying my pheromones?” Zena said pushing her cleavage tighter around his head. Don mumbled something incoherent, as the tits that held his face seemed to smell even better slowly.

Don also may not be able to say anything but his semi hard penis in his shorts seemed to. Zena was taking notice and slowly began moving right hand down, making its way to his shorts.