Lizzy held her smothering handful of panties on Cal's face for longer than he thought she would.
"C'mon, sniff," she taunted. "That's what you came here for, right?"
Her grip was so tight on Cal's nose that he couldn't breathe, but he desperately wished that he could sniff. His nose and mouth were consumed by the soft fabric and the electricity of Lizzy's touch, even if it was totally demeaning. He struggled for air.
"Oh, you can't breathe?" Lizzy asked, pretending to just now realize. "Whoops!" She stopped pinching Cal's nose but kept her hand firmly against his mouth, forcing him to take a loud inhale through his nose which was still buried in her panties.
"There you go," Lizzy cooed as Cal caught his crush's scent. Once again he was filled with ecstasy. His cock involuntarily twitched in his pants.
His bikini-clad tormentor's gaze was already fixed between his legs, watching for a reaction. She noticed his twitching and laughed triumphantly.
"Oh my god!" She exclaimed, trying to stifle her laughter. "You really do love this, don't you?" She dangled the panties in front of Cal's face, which was now growing hot with embarrassment.
"So pathetic," she said, tossing the underwear to the side.
Cal stood there, feeling emotionally exposed. Lizzy reached for her phone, which was resting on the bed, and started typing on it.
"What are you doing?" Cal asked, trying not to sound panicked.
"Oh nothing," she responded sarcastically, still typing on her phone. She crossed her long, beautiful legs in a pose that showed total relaxation. She shook her luscious red hair out behind her. "Just getting my friend Emma up here to see what a loser my brother's friend is."