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PANTY DRAWER
When her panty drawer pulled open; I'm embraced with rich scents, in their cloying fragrance; cock hardens and tents. Dark vanilla haunts; it hangs in the air, she mists them each morning; enhancing my obsessing dare. In this feminine garden; I lay blissful on bed, buried in transgressions; wanton and fed. My feelings of shame; locked far in the past, every panty so special; I'll wear to the last. Peach; crimson and aqua, silk; satin and lace; violet or orchid; I'm at heavens gate. Balls shaved and perfumed; cock tucked privileged place, my pulse rises swiftly; as I bring cum sullied panties to face.
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