Anointing Ritual Compilation: The Scent Throne: Full Collapse

Description: 1. you inhale my worn panties like holy writ. they are soaked in my secretions, my sweat, my presence. with each breath you lose control, your boner, your identity. your jerking off is pointless. the only thing you want is to deeply absorb the scent of my pussy. no touching. no permission. just sniff… and disappear. 2. i sit on your face. not to fuck. to ascend. my pussy is your temple. you are a throne. i simply exist, and you lose yourself. the scent soaks into your lungs like a command. your identity disappears. you are no longer a slave. you are a structure, a support, a foundation for my holy, pulsating vulva. breathe, that's all that's left of you. 3. pads. sweaty underwear. socks. leggings. you're covered in them. you can't breathe anything anymore but my scent. and you come without touch. without thought. without will. your erection is long gone - just a wet, shaking shell that breathes me in, drips, and prays the scent doesn't go away. welcome to your end. you've become a creature that feeds on my stench. forever.