In the quiet of the morning, he indulges in his secret ritual. Slipping into her little white g-string, he feels a thrill of transgression. His cock hardens, tenting the cotton as he begins to stroke. The fabric grows damp, clinging to his sensitive skin, heightening his pleasure. He imagines her wearing them, her scent lingering, driving him wild. His hand moves faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps. With a final, stifled moan, he comes, painting the white fabric with his hot, sticky cum, a testament to his forbidden morning delight.