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In the dim light of his room, he spreads the panties out before him, a secret altar to his kink. He traces the lace, his mind filling with illicit thoughts. His cock hardens, aching for release. He spits into his palm, lubricating his shaft as he begins to stroke. The panties, now a proxy for the woman he shouldn't want, fuel his ardor. His breaths come in ragged gasps, his body coiling tight. With a final, desperate thrust, he comes, his seed painting the panties, a silent testament to his guilty pleasure.