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he Scientist would re-enter Angela's bedroom as if it were her first time in the quarters. In some way, this would be the first time her brain actually analyzed and inspected where her beloved slept as the first time she was clouded by her own negative emotions. The air had still been thick from the steam from the shower, making the room feel like she could get lost in it for hours. Nevertheless, she continued making progress through the room, fingers wafting through textured fabrics of everything from pajamas to labcoats scattered across her bed and dressers like a tornado had hit the room. Her body had been in all of these clothes at least once before, zero tags being found on any belongings as well as noticeable marks from constant use on more than half of the things her hands touched. There was something even more smothering about the lack of sterility in this field of observation, knowing the thought of her persona deteriorating must make Angela feel some sort of emotion. But then why would she let this side of herself be exposed in such a massive way? As she got to the bed, the smell of perfume would fill her lungs almost as thick as the steam rising from the floor, the steam actually enhancing the aroma of the thick waxy perfume. Why would anyone even put perfume on before bed? She couldn't help herself but to be dragged through the experience trying to find what part of her bed was the most pungent, for research purposes. Her nose would slither upon the bed going in a curved formation, allowing her sensory receptors to pick up as much information as she possibly could. The duvet was clean and freshly fluffed while the sheets had crumbs, even stray hairs laying sporadically through their folds. Her nose instinctively inhaled the scent of every strand of hair that got caught in her path, stirring emotions deep down inside her stomach. Her face would move up to the pillows, moving her face back and forth like a domestic animal trying to groom herself, feeling how the silk felt on her cheeks and neck while unconsciously trying to have Angela's scent rub off on her. It wasn't enough.There wasn't enough of her on the bed, the bed was too clean of her, not getting her for enough hours in the night to truly capture her essence. Her face rested on the pillow, scanning her surroundings again to find a hamper in the corner next to the bathroom. Her body would stretch off the bed as her feet felt the coldness of the floor, using that as an anchor to push her body off the bed. She'd throw everything from the top of the hamper on the floor, going through with her hands for any unique fabrics, assuming it to be lingerie. Her fingers would trace against a soft shiny fabric that she picked out of the pile, finding that it was a pair of black silk panties. It was perfect, this is what she had been looking for unknowingly, a piece of her that was drenched in everything that was her. Her long finger nails from her middle finger and thumb picked up the garment, ensuring her own hands wouldn't touch the fabric as she traced her footsteps back to the bed, laying down while the panties were still dangling in front of her like a carrot. The last time underwear had gotten remotely close to her, she couldn't even satisfy herself, being too much in shock and too desperate to show Angela how good of a lover she could be. Now she had her all to herself. Well, part of her, more or less the part that mattered the most to her. She'd exhale, finally rewarding herself with pressing the garment to the skin of her face, allowing the largest organ on her body to drown itself in all of Angela Zeigler.

Her body nearly convulsed, her legs becoming stiff while her back gently arched off the mattress, remembering her nakedness at that moment as the towel slipped off of her from her other hand gently moving it, allowing her hands to graze her body, starting with her rock hard nipples begging to be touched after 12 hours of pure edging to her body mind and soul. Every inhale she took, the more stiff her body became, filling with arousal as if she had been injected with something straight to her blood stream, her toes curling as her hands almost mechanically rubbed her sensitive tits, exhaling her hot breath into the break from the fabric allowing her to properly breathe without suffocating so she could do this for as long as possible. Her body would shutter from the longing touch of herself, blood filled with arousal deepening to core and lower limbs, causing sweat to build up between her naked thighs and behind her knees, warming her as she sunk deeper into the bed. Her movement became more fluid and instinctual to her as her hands continued, pinching her nipples so that her mouth would open and fill her face more with the smell emanating from the panties she was holding to her face for dear life. As her nipples became sore to the touch, stinging from her own persistent stimulation, she decided she was ready to move on to the main part of the show, her hands going down her stomach and to her soaking wet thighs and pussy. Without any hesitation, she'd let her long finger nails trace up against the wet folds, allowing for the wetness to spread throughout the entire area which let her hands glide quicker up and down her pussy causing her moans to become more staggered directly into the panties. She didn't even need direct stimulation at this point to orgasm, her body so pent up from being so close to Angela while naked nearly sending her over the edge as it was, face nearly hitting the headboard now from her body moving . 1 finger would enter her pussy just to satisfy her carnal need for something inside, her naked body feeling hotter than the room itself as she felt her fluids leak onto the sheets. It got her off even more knowing that if she got away with this, Angela would be sleeping in the juices she made for her tonight unknowingly. If her face were to hit this part of the bed even to relax she'd be close to her. This is the second closest she's ever been to her muse and this would be the closest Angela would be to her pussy. Fuck, the sheer image of her wondering where these stains came from hell even smelling them to examine would be sheer bliss. She wished to be a fly on the wall when Angela came home, seeing her bare perfect tits coming out of the shower all wet and clean. Would they be the same color as her perfect pussy? Did she touch herself in this bed? Does her body also get this hot and bothered in the position she was in? Her fingers went faster in and out of her sopping wet cunt, filling the air with the sound of her muffled moans and wet fingers aggressively pumping in and out, slapping the entrance of her slit as loud as possible. It was going to happen, she was going to finish in Her Muse's bed, on Her Muse's sheets. She was going to tarnish it with her own filth. Her last thoughts were of Angela's naked body walking around the room, tits bouncing with her movement while her thighs jiggled and rubbed together, a perfect image. So perfect of an image that for the first time in her life, she didn't notice the presence of another human looming over her until it was too late. "What the absolute fuck do you think you're doing?"