With a hunger that can't be sated, our lonely hero seeks refuge in the intimate touch of his favorite tangas. He slips his hand inside, the cool cotton and lace a stark contrast to the heat of his needy cock. He strokes, his imagination running wild with thoughts of the women who once wore these garments. The scent of them, the feel of the fabric against his skin, it's all too much. He can't hold back any longer, his orgasm ripping through him, his cum staining the panties, a testament to his forbidden pleasure.