Creamy Panty Novels & Stories

My creamy creampie now coating all over it. My pace heightened more, my voice loud and resounding as I got close to cumming. My pussy juice drooled down into my ass crack, legs wide open, the other hanging above my head with a steadying hold. “Awwww,” I screamed as my body convulsed with sudden tightness. My stomach stiffened, releasing and contracting with each breath I pushed out. A warm, electric sensation washed through my entire body. My milky cum leaked out of my pulsing pussy in thick waves, down my ass crack, like it was an overflowing ice cream machine.

I did, and she would be one by the time I was done with her. She shoved off her yoga, pants exposing a matching pair of cream-hued panties. They were so delicious, the front soaked with her excitement. I couldn't wait for her to show off her thick bush. I just knew her black curls would be dripping with pussy cream. She folded her yoga pants just as carefully as her blouse, setting them on those garments. Then she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties. She pushed those off, the fabric rolling as it slid over her curving rump and lush thighs.

Like I wouldn't be the one getting any. It took me a while, but I finally decided on a layered approach to getting undressed later. Black garter and stockings with this perfect pair of panties from La Perla -- high French cut with nylon see-though butt. I posed in my mirror and held my hair up. I swear I looked just like a lingerie model. Okay, but without the boobs. As usual, the top was easy, a black nylon fitted camisole.

It was like a fountain, her pussy pulsing, drenching every single thing in sight. Thia followed seconds later, her eyes rolling to the back. “Oh… me too… creaming all over this cock!” Her cunt clenched, thick white cream oozing out, coating the dildo in sticky ropes, dripping down her legs. The sight of squirt mixing with cream, their bodies trembling, pushed me over.

Her skin was fair, luminous, almost translucent, and I could see the blue veins beneath the surface, a map of treasures I had never imagined I would be allowed to explore. She smiled, seeing my gaze. “Like what you see?” she asked, her voice a provocative whisper. “Anya…” “Wait. It’s not over.” Her hands moved down to the sweatpants. She untied them slowly, her fingers sliding along the waistband of the panties I had not yet seen. When the pants fell, revealing her long, toned legs, I held my breath. The panties were a thong. Black. Tiny. Damn. “You’re a bitch,” I whispered, my voice failing.

In some time, she whispered that her cunt is waiting for me, and she is leaking a lot of juices. I kissed her and moved my hand inside her saree on her panty now, and it was really, really very wet. I asked her to remove her panty and hand it over to me. She was a little surprised but complied with my demand. When I got the panty, I smelled and licked her panty where her pussy was. She was looking at me like what the hell is the guy doing. I licked it for some time, and then I kept her panty in my pocket and told her she will never get the panty back as I am gonna keep it as a special gift. After listening to this, she was very happy and kissed my lips again. We started our kissing scene aga

my fragrance for real, pantyliners, deodorant and a few other staffs including bubblegums and a chocolate. I turned to her, "Layla this wasn't necessary at all... you didn't.." She shrugged, "look you're a girl.. you needed some pads it's all good was just helping. If you don't want them I'm not taking them.. you can pay me back when you get paid. They cost R550..." And she was out. My jaw was on the floor at the price she mentioned.. and it was so fucken weird how she bought everything I use from pads even. Weird.

“You guys really went all out on this splurge. What makes you think I’d be looking at a kinkier version of an adult diaper? Could you really imagine me sitting on my chair with this on? It’s going to be a real royal pain in the literal butt. Sorry, fellas. I won’t be reviewing this. Besides, you bought a size too small for my fat ass to fit. Better luck next time.” Full of outrage and objection, the chat went on for a while, demanding proof from the streamer about the size of her booty. Queenie merely rolled her eyes. How did she know it was too small? The chastity panty wasn’t stretchable. Even if it passed her legs, Queenie just knew that it wouldn’t go past her rump.

"I'd rub my fat oily pussy, tits on face while you slap the shit out of me. You'd fuck my asshole to shreds, make it more loose." The man groaned, stroking his veiny shaft. " Good. Now pull your panties out of your cunt and shove them in your asshole." "Mhmhmm...." I whimpered like a dumb bitch as I slowly pulled out the soaked panties from my stretched cunt. They were drenched in cunt cream. I reached down, spreading my ass cheeks and started pushing the dirty panties into my loose pucker. " Uhh....they're going into my dirty shitter, mister."

The smell of her arousal is already so strong that I could cum in my pants. I twist her nipples teasingly. Her back flexes, and her legs part more as she moans. Finally, her pants drop. The last piece of clothing on her body makes me growl. Teal lace booty cut panties that match her eyes perfectly meet my hungry gaze. Precum leaks out of my hard cock. I unzip my pants and free him. I leave my clothes on, loving that she is bare to me.