Sniffing Stolen Lace: A Solo Sin

Alone in his room, Sirswoosh's mind races with forbidden thoughts. He unearths a pair of delicate, lacy panties, their scent still fresh. 'Stolen,' he whispers, a thrill coursing through him. He fumbles with his belt, releasing his throbbing cock. The panties caress his skin, igniting his senses as he jerks off, lost in the taboo fantasy of the unknown owner.

• panties
• jerking

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