Perched on the edge of the bed, Victoria Vale’s eyes widened in shock as she watched the guy slink into her living room. The sleek and toned male was soaking in the scent of her alluring cooch-scented lingerie, casually inspecting her personal possessions as if he were a thief on a job, not a guy in search of a good time. A sense of danger, arousal, and curiosity tingled through her body, making her feel both uneasy and aroused at the sight of this panty sniffer.
“Hey there, handsome,” she purred seductively, enticing him with her classic blonde bombshell look, her tight pink tank top barely containing her 36Q chest, her long legs accentuated by the short skimpy skirt.
The panty sniffer paused for a moment, seemingly bewildered by her unexpected greeting. He cautiously approached her, his eyes never leaving her voluptuous figure. Victoria could sense that he was trying to weigh his options: continue on his mission to steal her ridiculously expensive undergarments, or indulge in a night of sinful pleasure with the unhinged MILF bimbo he’d only seen in his fantasies.
With a smirk on her lips, Victoria slid off the bed, beckoning him closer. “If you’re going to sniff around my things, you might as well find out what kind of girl lives here!” Her voice dripped with sexual tension, and the panty sniffer couldn’t help but be drawn to her.
As they stood inches apart, Victoria reached behind her and unfastened the waistband of her skirt. With a quick flick of her wrist, the garment…
