Romans & histoires Creamy Panty

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟ "You smell fucking amazing..." My hands smoothly slide her pants down, revealing her panties, her now soaked panties. I almost let out a whistle. She's got these cotton panties on, pink with red and white roses. There's a tiny silk rose sewn onto the front. Most of the roses on the front are darker than the ones on her hips. Her slick has soaked right into the fabric. "I can't wait to taste you." I kiss a path down her thighs, wanting to savor every inch of her skin. Her skin is so soft and she smells ... clean. I don't know how else to explain it. Fresh and beautiful with a hint of something fruity.

I'm secretly a flirt, why not i'm a fun person even though I don't have any friends, though someday I might. One of the cool things about Mrs. Carter is she likes to buy us nice clothes, and says we have to have matching undergarments, jshes always told me dont be one of thoes girls that were red panties under white pants she also says dont't show your under colors or lines. Its not proper for a young woman. So I had on matching blue thong and lace bra. No panty lines here. I was looking at myslef in my long wal mirror.

When Elayne had said she was wearing matching panties, she'd really meant it. Not only were they the same, sexy black silk, but somehow they were even more revealing than her bra was. I could instantly tell that she was completely shaven as well as getting a near-perfect view of her incredible pussy. From the look of things, my sister was just as turned on as I was. It took all of my self-control to not shove my head into her crotch to try and eat her out.

She had her pocket-sized portfolio, her wallet, apartment keys, phone, and mints, plus all the rest of the crap that filled her handbag like tampons and old shopping receipts, and tissues. She ran her hands over her body just to check that she was fully clothed even though she’d checked herself in the mirror a hundred times or more since getting dressed. She hitched up her panties. The damned things kept inching down her hips. It had been a slight oversight on her part to make sure her laundry was done. She’d been so focused on ‘The Outfit’ she hadn’t put much thought into what she would wear underneath. Thankfully her favorite bra was clean, but she was down to her last few pairs of panties

At last, Preshy stood before me, having provocatively flounced in wearing her final coup de grace: a pair of barely-existent string panties made from two tiny triangular wisps of scarlet semi-transparent gauze. I laced up at each hip by a thin ribbon, and a matching open-shelf bra which consisted of a band of fabric below her breasts with just the very bottom outline of the bra cups – the effect being to give a modest amount of uplift, whilst exhibiting a thoroughly immodest 90% of her breasts, with her rosy nipples fully on display. I noted their stiff pinkness, but realised that her state of excitement might be due to exhibiting her work rather than her body, and for the career opportunity

Instead I pressed on. "And this," I said, pausing for dramatic effect, "is what a bride's panties look like." I slowly pulled my dress up to my chest. Jake's mouth dropped open. "Wow," he said. I looked down at Jake's pants. I recognised the big bulge I'd seen many times before. The sight of it made me feel woozy. "I love how they're sort of transparent," he said. The panties I wore were mostly white sheer material with a solid white patch covering my pussy.

The creamy streak forms soft lumps down my sticky pussy and wet thighs. Hopefully, she sees what she seeks. I swing my hips a bit generously, taunting her old nerves. Once in the female restroom, I slide my hand beneath my skirt, toss my cotton pants aside, and clean up my used cunt, wiping off the thick cream that fills up the first fold of the tissue. Again, I swipe, wiping off our sins that were dumped on me. “Hmm,” I sigh. The occasional strokes of my fingers on my soft skin remind me of his cock pushing…

By that time , Katty tiptoed inside the room, surprising Kavya. "Wooh!" Katty shouted. "Ahh! What the hell!" Kavya reacted and then laughed after seeing Katty in weird pyjama pants. "Is it beautiful? My brother gifted it to me!" Katty showed her proudly but that pyjama pants were funny and weird because it has gorilla printed on and also some poop tattoos. "So ,do you like Kavya? My gift to my dear sister, a poop tattoos pyjama pants!!" James popped inside and chuckled.

First, she chose a dainty pair of pale blue panties and matching silk bra. “Davin, will you assist please?” She asked. “Of course, Love.” I said, only too happy to be touching her. They were a perfect fit and they cupped her voluptuous breasts and left a small dimple where her nipples pressed out. Perfect. Next, she looked over the pants and pulled out a pair of faded jeans. She laughed happily and slipped them on. Perfect, they stretched over her rounded ass, accentuating her curves.

She gasped as I bit into the flesh. "Who's in control?" I purred, taking the can of cream that ended up falling to the ground and adding a little just above the hem of her panty. "You. You are," she breathed, attempting to push me between her legs. I chuckled, "Pussy cream pie?" Sydney gnawed at her bottom lip, biting back her laugh, "Shut up and eat me out already." "Not today, love. Think of it as your punishment," I shot her a wink, tearing off her panties with a claw.