Smelly Milana / Poo19 - Sweet breakfast in the ovulation cycle from Christina

Oh, Milana, my sweet, dirty angel. As you emerged from your bedroom this morning with a satisfied smile on your face, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement mixed with longing. You were wearing your favorite lacey lingerie, matching robe, and heels, your hair still tousled from your morning shower. Your cheeks were blushing slightly as you made your way towards me, carrying a tray laden with the most delicious smelling breakfast I had ever seen.

I watched carefully as you approached me, noticing the slight waddle to your hips. Your pussy cleaning workout routine had done its job well - I could already smell your sweet, musky aroma from where I was sitting. My cock stirred in anticipation as you placed the tray on the table in front of me and sat down across from me.

You explained that you had just finished your morning business - a warm, filling dump straight into the toilet bowl. You leaned back in your seat, crossing your legs demurely, and watched as my eyes tracked the movement of your hips.

Suddenly, realization dawned on you. "Oh!" you exclaimed, reaching down to part your robe revealing your lacy panties. "You need to see this!" You leaned forward, giving me a sneak peek of your soiled panties. The strong, intoxicating scent of your shit wafted up to my nostrils, making my head spin. I wanted nothing more than to dive into those panties and feast on your filth.

With trembling hands, I reached out and touched the warm, damp material stretched between your legs. To my delight, I could feel a damp patch on your thigh, too - clear evidence of the large dose of vaginal discharge you had given me to savor.

"Come on, sweetie," you purred, sliding your chair closer to mine. "It's time for a taste." Your words sent a shiver down my spine as you lifted the hem of your robe, revealing the edge of your soiled panties. I leaned in closer, eager to taste the fruits of your labor.

The moment my tongue touched your skin, I was lost. Your scent engulfed me, filling my senses with an intoxicating blend of sweetness and filth. I lapped at your thigh like a hungry dog, savoring the essence of your body that I had grown so fond of.

As I worked my way closer to your pussy, your hips buckled slightly, granting me better access to the source of your aromas. My tongue darted out, tasting the elusive nectar that I knew lay within. It was everything I could have hoped for - sweet, musky, and undeniably you.

With a satisfied sigh, you continued eating your breakfast, leaning back against the chair. I kept one hand on your thigh, pressing you against me as I devoured every morsel of your scent. The other hand reached out to take my forkfuls of eggs, toast, and hashbrowns, the sweet taste of breakfast blending perfectly with the musky aroma of your body.

After a while, I looked up at you, my eyes filled with love and admiration. "Christina," I whispered, "you really are the most incredible woman I've ever known." You blushed, looking down at your lap while playing with a loose strand of your hair. "I'm glad you like it, sweetie," you said softly, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips.

From that moment on, I was yours. Entirely and irrevocably yours. Every part of me belonged to you – my body, my mind, and my heart. And as long as you kept giving me those sweet, musky scents and those irresistible tastes, I knew that I would always be by your side, enjoying the fruits of your labour.

In conclusion, this morning was truly a special one for me. It was a testament to the deep connection and mutual love that we shared. I am forever grateful to have you in my life, Milana. You are my everything. <3