
It’s such a drag sharing a laundry room with a building full of strangers. Especially when you suspect one of them is a pervert. The other night I was bringing down a basket full of my delicates when I had to run back upstairs for the laundry soap. I left that basket of dirty panties sitting on the counter for not more than five minutes. When I came back in, that’s when I found him, the filthy pervert from across the hall, his face buried in my dirty panties! As soon as he saw me he dropped the basket, but not before grabbing some panties and stuffing them in his jacket pocket. So not only was he a panty sniffing phone sex pervert, he was also a thief. I wasn’t having any of that nonsense so I slammed the door shut and locked it and told him to drop my panties back in the basket or I would take them from him myself. He looked like a scared little rabbit so I lunged at him and grabbed him by the arm. I tripped him and pushed him down to the floor. He didn’t even have time to put up a fight, he was so surprised. I put my knee on his chest and leaned in, reaching in his pocket and grabbing my panties. He tried to grab them out of my hand but I slapped him and told him to be still. He struggled anyway and tried to get up so I put a knee on either side of his face and sank down, covering his face. He froze and I could tell he was inhaling. I just laughed and squeezed my thighs tighter around his face. He didn’t seem to care that he couldn’t breathe. I finally sat back and looked down at him as he gasped for air. I asked him if he had stolen any of my panties before and he nodded yes. When I asked which ones he fidgeted and looked nervous. I reached down and unzipped him pants and pulled them open. Just as I suspected, he was wearing a pair of panties that I had been looking for.
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