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Kimber grabs her ankle and pulls it in closer to her, pushing her heel right up against her panty clad pussy, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her hips begin moving ever so slowly, her pussy yearning for more contact, her heel filling the need as she slowly rubs herself against it and in kind moves it against her sex.
Looking down to her chest, noticing, then commenting to herself, "My nipples are trying to pierce holes through my tee and my panties are getting even wetter. Why do I get so turned on by the thought of it?" she says in a raspy breath.
"It really should disgust me." she continues, her body dismissing the thought, hips moving with a bit wider range of motion, giving more of her pussy contact with her heal. She can hear her wetness as she does so.
Kimber's squeezing, pinching, and twisting of her nipples sending jolts of pleasure right to her sex as she continues to recall and visualize the two of them, right here in his office. Emm bent over his desk, taking his cock. "What would that have been like?" she thinks, her pulse quickening.
Taking a deep breath, she is rewarded with the aroma of her own arousal emanating from the wet pussy between her legs. A heightened sense of smell she inherited from her mother's side of the family; it was particularly embarrassing for Kimber and Marky, getting "the" speech, followed by "a mother always nose!" from Mom.
Kimber takes in another deep breath, loving the mixture of smells; her musky scent as she continues to tease her poor wanton pussy in daddy's chair; the smell of leather and cigar smoke; the linger of her father's cologne. She lets out a long low moan from the multi-sensory input of pleasure she is bathed in.
Kimber's always been turned on by the smell of an aroused pussy, be it her own or her college roommate's inviting scent. She'd wait until Kimber fell sound asleep, then she'd begin quietly fingering herself under the covers in the twin bunk above Kimbers in the dorm room. The delicious aroma of her roommate's arousal would always wake her. Kimber relished it, slowly masturbating and adding her pussy's own sublime fragrance to the aroma of sexual excitability filling the dorm room they shared, always trying to time her climax to her roommates.
All of these memories, the scents she was enjoying now while sitting where her older sister Emily got fucked by their father was so titillating. Kimber is pinching her nipples and slowly bucking her hips, smashing her wet needy cunt against her heel, as she builds toward the orgasm, she came to daddy's office to have.
The smell of her pussy prompting her to recall another excerpt from Emm's sexcapades with daddy.
"The skunkiness that emanated from our ripe and sweaty bodies while we copulated, mixed with the muskiness my sloppy wet femininity produced, was such an intoxicating aroma. I knew his daddy-cock would soon erupt inside me, some of his man-juice will spill out to run down my legs and on to the floor.
That tri-scented bouquet of raw animal smells born of our craven desire, is an ambrosia I can never get enough of, and eagerly inhale deep into my lungs each time I'm blessed with its fragrance."
Kimber had read that passage multiple times last night, committing it to memory. She could not believe how similar she was to her eldest sister when it came to her strong attraction to the tastes and scents of sex, sweat, and cum, be it a man's ejaculate or her own juices.
Little spasms span her nether region, egged on from breathing in her own scent, and the memory of the journal entry. She won't last much longer, she knows. Emm wrote more about her olfactory obsessions, she recalls.
