Mike sneaks Angelica s lacy panties—or Erica s silky pair—from the laundry, inhaling her scent as he pumps his veiny shaft with urgent twists, precum beading on the tip. Hips buck into his fist, fantasies of their tight folds fueling the build until he groans low, splattering hot ropes across the crotch in pulsing waves that soak the material. He stuffs them back dripping, pulse racing with risky satisfaction and craving more.
