You thought you were being sly, slipping those delicate lace panties into your pocket, didn't you? But let me fill you in on a little secret... Those weren't stolen; they were a gift, just for you. I left them where I knew your hands would wander, a silent invitation to think of me. And now, here you are, with the evidence of your "crime" in hand, feeling the silky fabric that was once against my skin. Can you feel the heat? That's me, whispering in your ear, urging you to wrap your fingers around something else that's aching for my touch. Go on, give in to the temptation. Let your imagination run wild as you stroke to the thought of me knowing exactly what you're doing. And remember, I'm always one step ahead, delighting in your every naughty move. So, how does it feel to be the object of my affectionate little game?

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