Too Much Of A Good Thong

Shay Sights catches Eliza Ibarra red-handed raiding her laundry hamper. They've got only a towel between them and Elise is clutching a pair of Shay's worn panties like a juicy secret. Shay lights into her—yeah, naughty girl doesn't get a pass just because she's smiling. So Daddy's little thief is sentenced to bury her nose in every dirty pair Shay wore that week. Should be the world’s cruelest behavior fix, but watch this space. Panties land on the bed: two polka-dot bikinis, some lacy thongs still matted with dry juices, even the sports briefs Shay left soaked after yesterday's run. Eliza dives in like the loot is gold, huffing each crotch like fresh poppers, eyelids heavy, chest lifting greedy slow. When the last pair drops back down, Eliza is glassy-eyed, tits rising sharp with each breath, already reaching for the one that smelled ripest. Shay curses under her breath, wheels turning fast. Time to turn up the heat, feed her the real thing straight from the oven. Eliza grins like Christmas when Shay parts her knees on the edge of the bed, fist already sliding the towel aside. Direct snout-to-pussy policy issued—no wrapper required.