He couldn’t wait to smell the horny girl’s panties. It was a fetish he couldn’t control. That sweet, slightly salty smell drove him crazy. He loved to feel their warmth and wetness, to imagine rubbing against them all day, wearing them as she thought about him. He was a pervert and he knew it, but he didn’t care. He liked being a pervert, satisfying his hidden and forbidden desires. And the girl knew it, she liked to tease him, to make him lose his mind with desire. She liked watching him turn into an animal, losing control and becoming her slave.