Panty Sniffer Punishment: Gay Aroma Revenge

You've been stealing my dirty panties and watching my boyfriend fuck me through the door. I've known the entire time — and I've been collecting evidence.
So when I call you into my room in lingerie, you think it's your lucky night. It's not. I confront you with everything and tell you exactly what happens next — or I release it all and ruin your life.
Your punishment? My boyfriend's boxers. The ones he wore all day — soaked in his sweat, his musk, his dried cum. I press them over your nose and mouth and make you inhale DEEP. I can see how hard it makes you. That masculine, macho scent of a real man has your cock twitching, and I don't let you forget it. You're not straight anymore, roommate. You're a perverted little bitch getting off on another man's stink.
I make you jerk off with his boxers sealed over your face, picturing him on top of you, stretching your holes the way you've watched him stretch mine. Then I make you cum inside your own boxers — and shove his sweaty, cummy pair down your pants too, mixing your filth with his. That soaked, pungent mess? That's your gag now.
Bite down. Because I'm not done. I rip orgasm after orgasm out of your raw, tender pervcock while you **** on the taste of my man's sweat and your own cum. I don't care if it hurts. I don't care if you're shaking. You **** me — and this is what you deserve.
Every stroke is punishment. Every orgasm is humiliation. And I remind you the entire time: the scent of a real man is what got you here. The thought of him fucking you is what made you cum.
Cross me again? The tapes go public.