Novel & Cerita Creamy Panty

In disbelief, Jasmine dangled a pair of silky panties up in the air. The material parted at the crotch, forming a butterfly. She’d never owned such a scandalous undergarment in her life, and she couldn’t believe Wiley would actually bring her such a thing. Yet here they were, several pairs of them. Yep, she could choose to be risqué in fire engine red, pink, black, white or midnight blue. It got worse.

Inѕtеаd, I look fоr lоngеr thаn I ѕhоuld. Her lеgѕ аrе tаnglеd іn thе sheets, exposing smooth, tаnnеd ѕkіn аnd muscle. Hеr сurvасеоuѕ wаіѕt is ассеntuаtеd bу a pair оf соttоn раntіеѕ thаt аrе bright whіtе аgаіnѕt thе flеѕh of her bеllу. It’ѕ thе ѕеxіеѕt fucking thіng I’vе еvеr seen.

He hooked a fingertip inside the back of her g-string, extracting the strip of lace from her butt crack as he gave her bum another squeeze. "Nonsense, it's a perfect fit," he assured her as he somewhat reluctantly stepped away from her, the back of her g-string snapping back into place as he moved back to his case of products. "Are we done then?" asked Claire. "Can I get dressed again?" Fred pulled out a small white tube of cream. There was a sticker on the side of the tube that had the words 'Erecto-sure' scrawled on, in what looked like ball point pen. "Actually Claire, I think this is the perfect time to show you another product, one of Funky Lady's top sellers."

No bra today her full breasts bounced free, heavy and pale, pink nipples already stiffening in the cool air. Panties next, sensible white cotton soaked through at the crotch, peeling away with a sticky tug. Her juices clung in glistening strings, the musky scent blooming sharp and needy. Naked now, she drank in the sight: curvy hips flaring wide, ass plump and heart-shaped, trimmed red bush framing puffy pussy lips swollen with arousal. Thighs quivered, inner skin slick with the cream she'd been leaking since breakfast stolen touches over cereal, fingers dipping discreetly while loading the dishwasher.

Curiosity finally won. I opened it and fired up his laptop. Most of the files were boring business shit. Then I found a hidden folder called “Cream Pies Unlimited.” My pussy twitched the second I clicked it. The “Images” folder was packed with hundreds of pictures — pussies of every kind, freshly fucked and leaking thick, white cum. It dribbled out of stretched holes, ran down arse cheeks, pooled on bedsheets. I stared, breathing faster, and slipped a hand into my panties. My clit was already swollen and slippery.

Upside down, I watch my heavily soaked panties. ‘Jeez, Pam!’ The same part of me tries to scold me but I’m beyond that. I shove my hand in and peel off my panties. The rich sight has me gasping. It’s incredibly wild watching the slimy cum drip from my wet pussy. It carelessly spills along my thighs. It leaves me curling my toes and hoping to fuck with you. ‘PAM!’ I swipe a pad-full and pull out. Finally standing upright, I stare at my coated finger.

Her eyes closed as sweet, sharp pleasure radiated in waves through her body. Despite his impatience, his lips and tongue were exquisitely tender as he suckled first one breast and then the other. His hands spanned her waist and then moved lower until his fingers caught in the band of her panties. He yanked, and she heard them rip. “I’ll buy you more,” he rasped as he rolled again, putting her underneath him once more. “Buy me what?” “Panties.” “Highly overrated,” she murmured.

Then I let the bra drop to the floor, and slip my thumbs under the top of my panties, just over my hips. “These panties?” I say, teasing. I do a little shimmy. Callum narrows his eyes. “Tyrant,” I say, and edge the panties down an inch. His gaze flashes up to mine. It’s a look that could ignite a forest fire. I slide the panties down another inch. “You do know you aren't the boss of me, right?”I whisper in a slow tempting voice. It's been a while have been in the intimacy game but I was ready to put out my A game!

I ask, my fingers wrapping around the impossibly thin waistband of her crimson panties. “Five-hundred-something,” she replies, his voice high and thin in her chest. A ridiculous amount for such a small speck of fabric, but I’ve bought bottles at the club for ten times that price. I tear them off her hips, flinging them onto the floor. “No panties, tonight, darling.”

My thighs were clenched so tight my legs were shaking. “And wait, wait,” she said, holding up a finger. “That’s not even the best part. I bought edible panties. Three flavors. Cherry. Mango. Rum Punch. I was gonna save them for Valentine’s but fuck it. Life is short. Orgasms are shorter. Might as well eat ‘em off each other, right?” I swallowed hard. The slick between my thighs was turning into a mess. “And I’m so fucking glad daddy accepted,” she continued, oblivious. “I was so scared he’d say no.