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His fingers run over one of the garments, and he feels the softness of them, even in his mind he can see her ex, trying them on, getting ready to go out when they are a couple. While on the other hand, he quickly and desperately works his cock. He knows this is not healthy, but since she is gone, it is the only way he can find pleasure, even the sweet and soft scent of her is still impregnated in the fabrics, smelling them is more than enough for his mind to remember feeling her beautiful breasts, they were not too big but big enough to fill his palms. His breath hitches, and he can feel his cock begin to pulse in his hand, Extasis, climax, just around the corner. He presses the garment against himself, squeezing it in his fingers. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!!!?" A voice shouts from the doorway. In a second all her pent-up pleasure, her eagerness to get there comes to a screeching halt, like when you're speeding in a sports car and you have to nail the brakes because otherwise, you'll