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I knew something was off the second I walked into your room. The air was thick with guilt and the musky scent of your desperation… then I saw my lace thong crumpled in your fist, soaked with your pre-cum, and your rock-hard cock throbbing in your other hand. You froze like a deer in headlights. At first, I was furious—my favorite panties, ruined. But the way your eyes begged for mercy, the way your cock twitched when I scolded you… it sparked something naughty inside me.