The soloboy, a lonely figure in the quiet of his home, finds solace in his wife's forgotten panties. The red, lacy fabric, still warm from her body, ignites his desire. He traces the outline of her pussy through the damp material, his cock hardening at the thought of her. He slips the panties off, his fingers brushing against his lips, tasting her sweetness. He strokes his cock, his pace quickening, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He explodes, his cum painting the panties, the sight of his seed mingling with her juices pushing him over the edge again, his body wracked with pleasure.