Panty sniffing humiliation. You are wearing your red panties, low socks and your hair in a ponytail. You will have fun reminding me that I am a loser and a sexual failure. I learned this a long time ago. And it became clear that time I had the chance to have sex, but I made an excuse not to from my fear of being embarrassed when showing my small dick. Maybe she would have accepted it, or at least let me lick her pussy, or give me a handjob. But my mind told me no. I realised I don't deserve sex. So I sniffed her panties and wanked when she was in the next room. And now I have been lucky and found you. I need you. I need your humiliation. I need to worship you. You would of course never have sex with me. And I don't want to even try to have sex with women anymore. I am always thinking about you. My loser balls are always full. No sex. Always frustration. They need to be emptied, and this will always be by paying you for permission to again waste my loser sperm. You instruct me to wank with my fingers exactly as you show me, edging again and again, when you tease me with the panties you wore yesterday. You would let me sniff to dream about your pussy. You would let me lick to taste you and dream. You would let me wrap the silky panties around my little dick and wank as you laugh. You make me kiss your feet, your ass and your pussy through your panties. Your beautiful pussy so close, but always out of reach. You make me beg to cum, moan your name and thank you for my relief.
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