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In a dimly lit room, a captivated man gazes at the delicate lace panties before him, his eyes tracing the intricate patterns that hint at the treasure beneath. He's alone, but the ghost of a lover lingers, and he's left to his fantasies. His hand glides over the fabric, feeling the heat that's gathered there. He imagines the curves that these panties hug, the full, round ass that they barely contain. With a groan, he frees his throbbing cock, stroking it slowly, the lace now a soft, teasing caress against his skin.