I sniffed hard one more time, pressing my nose firmly against the tight, clean rim of Yelena's asshole through the open hole of her lingerie. The warm, freshly washed scent flooded my lungs again—soft, sweet, and intimate. I held my breath for a long moment, letting the private musk settle deep.
Haruna's voice came from beside the bed, still bright with wicked amusement.
"Have you guessed who this is?"
I knew perfectly well it was Yelena. The shape of her ass, the particular clean scent, the way she trembled—everything told me. But I didn't want to give the correct answer so quickly. I kept my face close, pretending to analyze, voice slow and thoughtful.
"The asshole… it's soft… clean… the scent is light and fresh, almost sweet…"
I began to pull my face back slowly.
The moment I started to retreat, Yelena suddenly pushed her hips backward hard. Her soft, full ass slapped directly against my face with a solid, warm smack.
