Her panties, a beacon in the dim room, call to me like a siren's song. I can't help but press them to my face, breathing in her arousal. My cock throbs, eager for release. I stroke myself, envisioning her wearing these, her pussy dripping with desire for me. I picture her moaning, begging me to fuck her. My strokes become feverish, my grip tight. I cum hard, coating her panties with my seed, claiming them as my trophy.