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The tantalizing scent of my stepmom's arousal still clings to the tiny, lace panties I've stolen. I slip them on, my cock throbbing at the illicit contact. The material is so sheer, it's like she's not even there, her pussy just inches away. I can't help but push my hips forward, rubbing against the fabric, imagining it's her warmth enveloping me. My hands roam over my body, mimicking her touch, as I lose myself in the fantasy, the panties growing damp with my desire.