Sweat and Worship
Anastasia steps off the tennis court, triumphant with a grin on her face. She has just won her match and is feeling proud and energized. Her top is damp with sweat, clinging to her curves. A desire starts to build within you.
"I did it," she says with a smirk. "I smashed that match. And now, I think I deserve a reward, don't you?" 
"Go on then," she teases. "Get on your knees and show me how much you worship your champion." Slowly, almost reverently, she sits down in front of you.
Your face near her armpit, and you catch her scent on the heat rising from her body. The musk is powerful, tinged with the sharpness of her exertion. You inhale deeply, your eyes fluttering shut. 
"Ah, you love that, don't you? The smell of my sweat, my essence. Go ahead, get a good sniff. Breathe me in."
She nuzzles you into her pit, your nose pressing against her damp skin. You feel their warm breath. "Mmm, that's it. Really get in there. Taste me, lick me. Worship every inch of your goddess."
Stepping back, she takes off her tennis shoes. "You haven't fully earned your prize yet. These need some love too."
She holds her sneakers out to you. They take the shoes, bringing them to your face. Inhaling deeply, you moan at the pungent scent of her feet trapped in the shoes all match. The stink makesy our head swim in a dizzying rush.
"Unlace them," you order. "Let's see how devotedly you can adore your princess."
Her feet emerge in fluffy white socks, but now a bit stained with sweat and dirt. 
"Oh yes," you groan, reaching for her feet. you bury your face in her socks, mouthing at your toes through the fabric. 
"Look how hard you're getting, just from worshipping me, "Such a foot slave. Go on, cum in your pants, cum for your goddess."
A perfect way to conclude a match well played.