Little Willy Panty Thief

There’s something we need to talk about. Why do I have three pairs of my knickers here? I found them in your room while tidying up like a good stepmum. Shocked, I saw these, then these, and these. Horrified, I left— who knows what else is there? Stealing my knickers? Admit it. It’s wrong, but I’m not surprised. You don’t get attention from women because you’ve got a tiny little willy down there. No one’s interested in that pathetic thing. That’s why you stole them—for a whiff of feminine scent, the closest you’ll get. Bet you wrapped them around your little nub to rub off. Should’ve picked a G-string; it’d fit better. You thought it’d grow? Nope, probably shrank. Intimacy’s thrilling, but you’ll never have it. Sad, unwanted—that’s your reality. Our secret your theft and your insignificant dick. You’ve ruined them anyway—keep the filthy things as a “gift.