Sniff My Breeches - a Noble Deal with Step-sis

After a long day at the pony show, I summon you to my room—still dressed in my full equestrian outfit: tight tan breeches, tall leather boots, and my fitted show jacket. You've been caught staring too long at my new pony slave, and I'm not having it. She's for the show next week, and I need her flawless. So I offer you a filthy little compromise—forget the pony, and I'll let you get off to me instead. I turn around, show off my perfectly tight ass in my riding pants, and order you to your knees. You start sniffing my breeches, breathing in the mix of saddle leather, hay, pony musk, and my sweaty, aristocratic scent. I get on all fours and make you stroke it while I count you down—slowly, teasing, making you edge closer until you explode. From now on, you'll come to me when you need to get off. That's