Oh, you filthy little pervert, drooling at the thought of sniffing my panties after I've worn them all day, aren't you? Pathetic. You want them so badly, but how could you possibly get them? You’re not even close to me, and you never will be. So, here's what you're going to do—order them by mail, you desperate loser. Imagine the agony you'll feel waiting for them to arrive, trembling with anticipation, every fiber of your pathetic being aching to jerk off. But when you click that payment button, you’re going to lock up that worthless cock of yours in a chastity cage. No touching, no strokin...

Oh, you filthy little pervert, drooling at the thought of sniffing my panties after I've worn them all day, aren't you? Pathetic. You want them so badly, but how could you possibly get them? You’re not even close to me, and you never will be. So, here's what you're going to do—order them by mail, you desperate loser. Imagine the agony you'll feel waiting for them to arrive, trembling with anticipation, every fiber of your pathetic being aching to jerk off. But when you click that payment button, you’re going to lock up that worthless cock of yours in a chastity cage. No touching, no stroking, nothing until those panties are in your hands and you're inhaling my scent. Only then will you be allowed to release—so pay up, loser, and send me the money for the privilege of enjoying my essence and earning the freedom for your pitiful cock.