In her room I find her panty drawer. She wears cheap nylon underwear in shades of black, grey, and taupe. I run my hand through them, running my fingers through the crotch of a few. I feel my cock begin to stiffen in my pants. Looking around her room, I spy a single pair of black briefs lying abandoned next to the bed. I assume this the underwear she shucked off this morning. Lifting it to my face, I inhale the scent of her warm pussy, my cock is raging now. I unzip my pants allowing it to spring free. I stroke it gently, while I breathe in the scent of her cunt. I even point out my tongue and taste the cotton strip that nestled between her pussy lips. I’ve never experienced anything like it, it’s addicting. The longer I smell her, the more it fills my lungs and surges through my blood. I want it fresh from the source. I’m jerking my cock harder, taking deep breaths. I imagine burying my face in her cunt, thrusting my tongue all the way inside her. My balls are boiling, my cock throbbing with every heartbeat. I wrap her panties around the head of my cock, and I thrust into them, right against the crotch, my cock erupts, pouring cum into her underwear. I use her panties to catch every last drop. Squeezing them around the head. That black fabric feels so good against my cock. Her scent still clings to my fingers, lingering in my lungs. It’s not enough, the orgasm was rapid, powerful as a rifle shot, I’m not satisfied. I drop the panties back on the floor where I found them, wet with my cum. I want more.