The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the nightstand lamp casting long shadows across the walls. The air was thick with anticipation, a heady mix of perfume and the faint, lingering scent of wine. She lay sprawled on the bed, her breathing deep and even, her body relaxed into the embrace of sleep. Her jeans hugged her curves, the denim fabric tight against her skin.

He stood at the foot of the bed, his heart pounding in his chest. This was it, the moment he had been waiting for. They had talked about this, planned it out, and she had eagerly agreed to be passed out drunk, giving him free rein to indulge his fetishes. He moved silently, his footsteps barely making a sound on the carpeted floor. With a practiced ease, he scooped her up, her body light and pliant in his arms. She mumbled something incoherent, a soft sigh escaping her lips as he shifted her over his shoulder, her ass pressed against his face.

The denim of her jeans brushed against his cheek. He carried her to the couch, his movements deliberate and controlled. Once there, he positioned her over the armrest, her legs dangling off the side, her ass high in the air. He stood back for a moment, admiring the sight before him.

He reached down, his fingers trembling with excitement as he unbuttoned her jeans, the sound of the zipper sliding down a symphony of anticipation. He pulled the denim down, exposing the curve of her ass and the thin fabric of her panties. He went in and buried his nose through her panties and placed his nose right between her cheeks. The musky, earthy scent wafted up to him, stronger now, more potent. He closed his eyes, breathing in the intoxicating aroma, his mind swimming with desire.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he slid her panties down, revealing the delicate pink of her rosebud. He spread her legs wider, his breath catching in his throat as he stared at the sight before him. He leaned in, his nose brushing against the warm, inviting flesh of her asshole. The smell was overwhelming, a heady mix of sweat and musk that sent a shiver down his spine.

He buried his nose deeper, his lips pressing against the soft skin, his tongue darting out to taste the salty, earthy flavor of her asshole. He stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, his senses overwhelmed by the warmth and the scent, the perfect position where his nose stayed there for as long as he pleased.