Daddy's Sauna Towel
Added 2023-05-08 23:53:02 +0000 UTCYou walked into the gym sauna, rolling your eyes as you noticed an old fat man sitting in there without a towel. He was just like the others, all of them old and hairy, their fat bodies exposed and sweating everywhere, their old saggy balls on the bench. You tried to avoid looking at him, sitting on the other side of the room.
He scooted closer, making small talk about how he was sweating up a storm. You grunted in response, still annoyed at the old fag. He made an offhand comment about needing a towel which you ignored, not wanting to engage in conversation. Suddenly he reached forward and wrapped his hand around your chest. You were shocked. Your body wasn't responding, completely limp around his hand no matter how hard you tried to fight against him. You were helpless as he lifted you up stuffing you directly into his armpit, the entire world suddenly swamped in his musk.
You could somehow tell he was bringing you out of the sauna as he rubbed you all over his body. You could feel the heavy sweat trapped by his thick curls of hair being pulled into your body, soaking into you. You didn't know how this was happening, your senses slowly being overwhelmed by his scent.
He carried you into the locker room, finally sitting down on the bench and draping you over his cock. You felt him leaning over you, drops of sweat falling from his body into your fibers, your mind becoming more and more clouded. Slowly the taste of his ball sweat utterly took over your senses, your sinuses clogged entirely by his musk seeping into your head. You could feel it being absorbed into your mind until that's all there was, the wet moisture of his skin flooding your entire world, the only remnants of you a damp towel soaked in his sweat.
