Poor, desperate little panty addict. I know exactly what you crave -- the scent, the warmth, the sheer perfection of my worn panties. But guess what? You can't have them, no matter how much you beg, no matter how much you ache for just a whiff - this pair is completely off limits for a pathetic little loser like you. Now sit back and enjoy as I tease you mercilessly and drive you insane with frustration. You can fantasise, but you'll never get your hands on this lacey luxury. Just a helpless, drooling pervert left aching for what's out of reach. And I love watching you suffer for it. Go on, loser - press play. Let me remind you exactly where you belong.