Chapter 466: Ava’s Stinky Asshole
Jenna’s voice was thick with confidence as she continued to tease , her asshole brushing against the tip of my cock. “You see, Ava?” she taunted, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “This is how you make a man feel good.” The rough denim still clung to her thighs, adding an extra layer of sensation as she moved.
The pressure was exquisite, the tight ring of Jenna’s asshole creating an intense sensation around my cock that made groan with pleasure. I could feel every movent, every flex of her muscles as she worked to please .
The rough denim abraded her sensitive skin, adding an extra layer of sensation that made the experience even more intense. My cock pulsed violently between her cheeks, the tight grip making groan with need.
I noticed Ava, completely naked, climbing onto the bed with feline grace. Her body trembled with barely contained jealousy as she watched Jenna’s expert movents.
The scent of her arousal filled the air – that intoxicating musk of feminine desire mixed with sothing darker, more primal. “Master….” she purred, her voice thick with challenge as she turned around, presenting her perfect pink asshole to . “My asshole is fresher than this bitch’s…”
The scent hit imdiately – that rich, musky aroma of her arousal mixed with sothing deeper, more intimate. The scent of her asshole was intoxicating, that dark perfu of feminine desire mixed with the faintest hint of sothing forbidden. My cock twitched violently at the scent, the primal aroma making groan with need.
Jenna’s eyes flashed with anger at Ava’s interruption. “You disgusting bitch….” she spat, her voice dripping with disdain. “Your ti is over… Master is mine… for now…” She glanced back at Ava, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “Get away… don’t distract Master with your stinky, used-up asshole…”
Ava’s face flushed with anger at Jenna’s insult. “Stinky?!” she gasped, her voice thick with indignation. “You jealous whore! My asshole slls better than your entire leather-clad body!” Her thoughts grew more explicit as she imagined proving herself to . [I’ll show her… I’ll show them both how much better I sll… how much better I can please Master…]
Jenna looked angrily at Ava over her shoulder as I continued moving her up and down on my cock. “At least my asshole doesn’t reek like a week-old fish market!” she shot back, her voice thick with challenge. The scent of their competing arousals filled the air, thick and intoxicating as they vied for my attention.
Ava suddenly stood up, her movents deliberate and provocative as she positioned herself above . She spread her legs wide, revealing her perfect asshole as she approached .
The scent grew stronger as she neared, that rich musk of her arousal mixed with the deeper perfu of her asshole. “Master… please…” she pleaded, her voice thick with challenge as she lowered her asshole to my nose. “Tell this jealous bitch that my asshole doesn’t stink… she’s just mad because she knows mine slls better…”
The thick, musky stench of Ava’s asshole hit like a wave as she pressed it against my face. It was a ripe, pungent aroma – the unmistakable scent of a well-used slut’s asshole that hadn’t been properly cleaned in days. My cock twitched violently at the filthy perfu, the primal stink making groan with dark desire.
“Mmm, Master…” Ava purred, grinding her stinky hole against my nose. “Sll how ripe I am for you…” Her voice was thick with challenge as she rubbed her filthy asshole against my face. “Doesn’t my slutty asshole sll better than that leather bitch’s?”
Jenna’s movents faltered for just a mont as the stench hit her. “Ugh, you disgusting whore!” she gagged, her asscheeks montarily loosening their grip on my cock. “Your asshole reeks like a fucking sewer!”
Ava’s face twisted with cruel satisfaction. “At least my asshole gets used properly,” she shot back, grinding harder against my face. “Unlike yours, which just sits there collecting dust between your pathetic attempts at pleasing Master.”
The filthy scent filled my nostrils as I breathed deep, the ripe musk of her unwashed asshole making my cock pulse violently between Jenna’s cheeks. “Fuck…” I groaned, my hands gripping Jenna’s hips tighter as Ava’s stinky hole rubbed against my nose.
Jenna’s asscheeks clenched around my cock again, her movents growing more desperate. “Ignore that filthy slut, Master,” she panted, her voice strained as she fought to maintain her rhythm. “Her stinky asshole isn’t worth your attention…”
Ava let out a cruel laugh, her stinky asshole pressing harder against my face. “Jealous much?” she taunted, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re just mad because you know Master prefers my asshole over your useless leather-clad one…”
The competing scents filled the room – Jenna’s clean arousal mixed with leather, and Ava’s filthy, pungent asshole musk. My cock throbbed violently between Jenna’s cheeks as the dirty perfu filled my senses.
“Master loves my stinky asshole, don’t you?” Ava purred, grinding her filthy hole against my nose. “You can practically taste how ripe I am for you…”
Jenna’s asscheeks squeezed tighter around my cock, her movents growing more frantic. “Fuck off, you stinking whore!” she spat, her voice thick with frustration. “Master doesn’t want your filthy, unwashed asshole!”
Ava just laughed cruelly, her stinky asshole rubbing harder against my face. “Keep telling yourself that, leather slut,” she taunted, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “We both know Master prefers my asshole over your pathetic attempts…”
The filthy scent filled my nostrils as I breathed deep, the ripe musk of Ava’s unwashed asshole making my cock pulse violently between Jenna’s cheeks. The competing sensations drove wild – the tight grip of Jenna’s asscheeks around my cock, and the filthy perfu of Ava’s stinky asshole against my face.
My vision was completely obscured by Ava’s round ass pressing against my face, the soft flesh yielding slightly as she ground her filthy hole against my nose.
I can’t believe I’m getting turned on by this; my thoughts raced with dark excitent. Her asshole looks so clean and perfect from the outside, but the sll…
My mind swirled with conflicting emotions as the pungent aroma filled my senses. It’s so filthy… so wrong… but why does it make even harder?
Jenna’s asscheeks squeezed tighter around my cock, her movents growing more desperate as she felt reacting to Ava’s filthy display. “Master…” she panted, her voice thick with frustration. “Please… don’t let her distract you…”
Ava let out a cruel laugh, her stinky asshole pressing harder against my face. “Oh, but he is distracted, isn’t he?” she taunted, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Master loves my ripe asshole more than your pathetic leather-clad one…”
The competing scents filled the room – Jenna’s clean arousal mixed with leather, and Ava’s filthy, pungent asshole musk. My cock throbbed violently between Jenna’s cheeks as the dirty perfu filled my senses, my thoughts growing darker with each breath.
[Is this what the Lust demon’s power is doing to ?] My mind raced with dark curiosity. [Enhancing my Lust to this extent, or have I always been this much of a pervert?] The conflicting thoughts only made harder, the filthy scent and tight pressure driving wild with dark desire.
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