So many men worship every thing about me. They crave me because they need me to make their lives meaningful. Without me, you’re nothing but another pathetic lonely loser that no woman will ever want or love. But, I notice you. I know how much you love to stare at my perfection. Sneak peaks up my skirt, dreaming about sniffing my warm wet panties. You’d do anything for me, pay me anything just for my attention. Soon you’ll be offering me lots and lots of money to buy my panties so you can sniff and eat them. Hopefully, one day I’ll let you get inside my panties…