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The man's heart races as he holds the used thong, the smell of her pussy intoxicating. He can almost taste her, almost feel her warmth. His cock tents his pants, begging for release. He knows he should stop, but the allure of her scent is too powerful. He rubs the thong against his face, his neck, his chest, marking himself with her essence. He can't help but moan, his hand reaching down to stroke his aching cock. He's lost in his fantasy, in the scent of her, until he's brought back to reality by the sound of footsteps outside his door. Quickly, he hides the thong, his heart pounding, his cock still hard. He knows he'll have to clean up soon, but for now, he's content in the lingering scent of his secret passion.