Creamy Used Panties の小説・ストーリー

"Now the skirt." She nearly tripped, taking it off with her shoes still on, but she managed. The panties were red after all. They didn't quite match the brighter shade of her bra, but I could well imagine when you had to custom order bras because your tits weren't covered by the regular catalogs, you had to make do. Wine red. Almost black where her pussy had dampened them.

JUNE With my brows raised, I crawled towards my panties, too stunned to make a sound. Brows knitted, I picked it up and turned the red material in my hand, only for a frown to mar my face when I saw a creamy smear on it. I slowly brought it to my nose and took a whiff before rubbing my thumb on it. I knew what it was from the first glance, but I was too stunned to give a name to it. In a daze, I sat on my bed, still clutching the underwear.

I gently trailed my fingers over her panty-covered ass cheeks as I declared, "I think these will have to go. Can't have them getting the way." I then gripped her panties and slowly tugged them down. I gave her plenty of time to say "no" but she only gasped and shivered. I pulled her panties past her feet and casually tossed them to the floor. I turned back around and gazed at her gorgeous exposed ass. I squirted the whipped cream over her ass cheeks and even sprayed a line up her ass crack. Cindy giggled and looked back over her shoulder as I smirked at her and locked eyes with her as I leaned in to begin licking up all of the sweet whipped cream from my sweetpea's ass.

She was wearing a skimpy bikini style pair that made her feel good the way they stretched over her body and showed off the shape of her ass and pussy mound. Brook was still wearing her bra, but she took it off and was in no more of a hurry to cover up than Cindy seemed to be. Cindy's nipples were hard and looked really nice. Brook's nipples got hard, too. She still had her mind filled with thoughts about Tom, but her friend's daring panties were earning her attention. "Those panties are really hot," she finally complimented her friend. Cindy smiled proudly. "Thanks. Dad got 'em for me." The admission was followed by a coy giggle.

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.

Absolutely nothing. My eyes focus on a small dresser beside a rolling rack that she seems to be using as a makeshift closet. I pull the top drawer open and notice an array of panties. Nothing too extravagant, mostly basic cotton in black, white, and nude. I take one of the black ones and place it on my face while inhaling. It regretfully doesn’t contain her scent, but it had been on her skin.

Alina pov I knelt patiently outside his office door, sitting back on my heels, wearing nothing but the delicate red lace panties I had bought just for him. The waiting was torture. The air smelt like the thick scent of arousal. Mr Parker ordered yesterday not to wash my pussy. The dried remains of my cum still clung on my skin, making it unbearable to control my desire. I had worn the same panties all night, touching myself again and again thinking about his long hard dick, that was going to get buried deep inside me.

I ponder as I stand by the door and clasp my hand over her panties. When I feel the drenched fabric in my hand I groan. It’s slippery…fuck. I’m thinking this is the panties she wore today. Does that mean she creamed on it? “Fuck!” The word escapes from my mouth as I bring her panties up and tuck it under my nose, smelling her essence. This is so undoing. It makes me hard and eager to take whatever she gives. Right now, my dick is alive…pitching a tent against my zipper. I can feel the heat pulsing through my body.

“You’ve made a fucking mess of your panties, baby girl, soaking them through with your cum. I think we’d better take these off.” My fingers push under the edge of her panties, brushing against her soft, silken pussy before hooking into the soaked panties. I yank them down, making her gasp as I half rip them off in my zeal, letting them drop to tangle at her knees. She whimpers, panting as she stays just like that bent over, ass up, and legs spread for the both of us with her messy panties caught at her knees.

she asked as she brought out two panties that looked like a sling shot, holding one on each hand as she showed them to me. The delicate lace and silk caught the afternoon sunlight streaming through her window, and I could see how expensive they looked, how different they were from anything I'd ever imagined her owning. The red one was a deep crimson that reminded me of roses, while the white one was pristine and innocent-looking. Both were so small, so delicate, that they seemed to weigh nothing in her hands.