Creamy Panty Novels & Stories

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!

Mandy said, while tears dripping down from her eyes, “can you fix both the pant and bra on my body?“ Mandy asked, “let's see how It will go,” Leo said, and he took one out of the pants and held it while Mandy said, hold on, I need to cream my body, and walked towards the dresser, and she took her body cream, and she started creaming her body while Leo was waiting for another of her request, “Please, help me with my back,” Mandy asked,

I question him. He flips me onto my back and hovers over me momentarily. “You want to play first, then go check things out?” He confirms. “Exactly.” I agree. He kisses me deeply and allows his fingers to explore my body. “What in the world?” He asks, sitting up promptly and looking at the missing material from my panties. “These came with an opening just for me?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. “They sure did. They are called crotchless panties.” I state. “I am going to explore these.” He declares and then does until he tires of them and rips them from my body.

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 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