Time to get fucked up again, aroma addict. You're going to hit that bottle hard for me today, each time I say the word. I'm not going to take it easy or slow; I'll make sure that you're high as a kite throughout the entire marathon edging session. When you're high on aroma, you hand over all control to me. You become nothing more than a little stroking zombie with an empty mind and a hard cock. Time dilates, pleasure intensifies, the world blurs. Each long sniff makes you more eager to cum. Each edge makes you more desperate for that looming release. When I tease with my lingerie, strip down, show off my sexy sheer pantyhose...you feel like you can't hold off for another second. Take another big huff and tell me how much you want to cum. If you're lucky, I'll let you. But maybe I won't. Maybe I'll decide to leave you high and dry and denied. Ruined. Blue balled and begging for more.