I caught you.

I came home and found my panty drawer open.

My favorite pair - the ones pressed against my perfect p*ssy all day - crumpled and soaked with your desperate l*ttle sn*ffs.

You thought you could get away with it, didn't you?

You thought you could inhale my scent like a thief in the night and I wouldn't know.

But here's the thing, p*rvert... I'm not mad.

In fact, I'm flattered. So flattered that I decided to give you what you really want.

Not my panties. Not some fabric that merely touched me.

The real thing. My perfect, tight, untouched p*ssy - right up against the screen - for you to sn*ff and worship like the p*rverted beta you truly are.

Let me dismantle your ego while you stare at my clothed, divine center and I remind you that real p*ssy isn't for you.

That worshiping a Goddess from behind a screen feels better than any real woman ever could.

That your c*ck gets harder for my scent than it ever has for a real touch.

This is your purpose.

Your destiny.

Your addiction.

I guide you through cycles of stroking, *dging, and denial - my voice melting your brain while you inhale my scent and leak all over yourself.

No nudity. No release.

Just endless, aching worship of something you'll never actually have.

Because my presence is better than your *rgasm.

My scent is better than your c*m.

And being my p*ssy-sn*ffing p*rvert is the only thing you were ever meant to be.

Now breathe in, stroke that desperate l*ttle c*ck, and prove to me you deserve to worship.

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