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"Are those my... Carine Gilson panties?" Anna's voice wavered between disbelief and anger, her eyes zeroing in on the delicate fabric wrapped around her fiancé’s waist.
Luka's face flushed a deeper shade of red, his eyes darting from Anna to the panties and back again.
"I-I can explain," Luka stammered stuck on repeat, his eyes pleading with Anna.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Luka?" Anna fumed, the blood rushing to her cheeks. "You told me you didn't believe in premarital sex! I thought 'Wow this guy is different'!" Anna pointed at Luka, her voice shaking with disbelief. "But it turns out, you're nowhere close to a real man! You're just a liar and a pervert!" Anna's breath coming in short gasps as she glared at Luka. "Are you a crossdresser?" Anna continued, her voice dripping with contempt. "You should have told me that before we got engaged, or even started dating. I could have saved myself from the embarrassment of introducing someone like you to my friends and family."
Luka's eyes darted back and forth between Anna and his own feet, unable to meet her gaze. "No, Anna, it's not like that," he stammered, his voice barely audible. "I-I don't know what came over me. I found your panties in the drawer, and I just... I thought it would be okay."
Anna scoffed. "You thought it would be, okay? To rifle through my lingerie and wear it while jerking off to God knows what?" Anna's voice was rising, she then noticed the effect her rage was having on Luka as his erection, no larger than a tube of lipstick, grew ever so slightly larger under the panties. "My goodness, Luka," Anna chuckled, "I had no idea how big the word minuscule could be. No wonder you're so eager to conceal the truth from me."
Anna's eyes were now locked onto Luka's tiny erection, straining against the silk barrier. She let out a disbelieving laugh while shaking her head. "And here I am, thinking you're a perfect gentleman, a knight in shining armor. Turns out, you're just another pervert."
Luka tried to interject. "Anna..." Luka started, but she cut him off with a sharp wave of her hand. "Don't you dare say you can explain, Luka. I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear another lie from you," she growled. Her eyes locked onto his tiny erection, precum starting to stain the fabric.
"You know what, Luka?" Anna's voice was cold and calculating, she gave off a cruel scoff. "I think this moment deserves to be documented. For posterity, you know?" She pulled her smartphone out of her pocket.
Luka's eyes widened in horror as he realized what she was about to do. "Anna, no, please!" he begged, his hands instinctively covering his crotch, but it was too late.
Anna snapped a picture, the flash momentarily blinding Luka. His eyes watered from the bright light and the humiliation of his predicament.
"There," Anna said, satisfaction dripping from her voice like honey. "Now we have a little memento of our time together." She looked at the photo, a devious grin spreading across her face...
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