In the quiet of his room, he unfolds the crumpled panties, his heart pounding. The scent of her pussy, faint but unmistakable, sends a surge of blood to his groin. He rubs the silky fabric against his face, his neck, his chest, his cock standing rigid. His hand wraps around his shaft, pumping in a steady rhythm. His mind races with images of her, of them together, of her taste. He bites his lip, groaning as he comes, his body shuddering with the force of his release.