Don’t pretend as if you didn’t see me when I saw you going through my dirty laundry hamper. I saw you, you dirty pervert. You’re so disgusting. I should tell your parents and everyone else you know, but I won’t, because I actually kind of like the fact that you’re a disgusting, perverted weirdo. I know, I know. You’re looking for some naughty panty sniffing phone sex. And let me just say, I am a panty lover. I am a panty fanatic. I collect all types of panties made with different materials, different designs, thongs, G-strings, cotton panties, spandex. And this technically isn’t panties, but I absolutely love thigh-high stockings, pantyhose, and tons of other cute things I can wear on my legs and my pussy.
And judging by the way you have your nose turned up in the crotch of my dirty G-strings, I can tell that you are in fact a panty lover and fanatic as well. And I take immense pleasure in the fact, knowing how far you’re willing to go just to get a whiff of me. A whiff of all the places I’ve been today and in the last few days. Like to the park, to the gym, shopping at the grocery store, just everywhere I have been. All can be smelled in my panties, in that nasty, dirty laundry hamper that you were just digging in.
Honestly, there’s no need to be ashamed. Well, that’s a lie. There is, and I will do the shaming later. But for now, I need you to lock in. I need you to pick up your phone, dial me, and call me, and say how much you crave to get a whiff of these juicy, wet panties. How much you wanna put your nose in the seat of my panties and just smell all the places I have been today. How much you need to get a taste of the sweat that was dripping in between my crotch onto those panties. How much you’re willing to do just to get a whiff, a little peek, a little taste of my panties. And if you’re looking for some hot panty sniffing phone sex, you now know who to call. Dial 1 888 8 FREAKY and ask for Beatrice.