Crusty Thong Novels & Stories

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.) Her firm a*s-cheeks were round and full enough to engulf the string of her miniscule thong in her deep a*s-crack, the tiny material disappearing between the fleshy mounds. The thin black, lacy thong showcased her mouthwatering rear-end perfectly, framing it, showcasing its shape. The thin material dug in slightly into her smooth flesh lightly, the small straps of the tiny thong drawn tightly against her body. The straps hugged the upper edge of her butt cheeks, meeting at the triangle of material at the cleft of her a*s-crack. And above the thong was her tramp stamp, a tattoo of some green, thorny vines, roses bursting out from it. The tattoo not out of place on the i

Zayn shocked expression on hearing Fay tell him to shift away from her quickly cleared away as he tried to think of another way to get the stuck up Fay to get free with him. Fay pulled her neckline from her neck and grimaced as it comes back to her skin like rubber. She's feels stuffy and held in, she have always hated this feeling. She threw a glance at Zayn and shrugged on seeing him staring broodingly at his drink. Maybe I was a little to harsh on him before, she thought before shrugging her shoulders again, who cares. She leaned against her chair and glanced at Amara again.

She giggled and pulled him in for a hug not without casting me a dirty look and flicks her gaze to him. The bitch wore a black thong and small boob clothing to cover her nipples because she was bug busted with a huge ass and tiny legs with her full lips and high cheek bones filled with heavy make up. There was no way in hell she wasn't botched and didn't have a plastic surgeon attending to her body every visit.

“Oh, Alex took me there on Monday, but he pulled me out when I asked about a strange piece of cloth, plus that's where I met Gena.” “That girl is hilarious, but your boyfriend is an idiot and he's going to pay for it when he sees your new underwear.” She rummaged through several bags and handed me a very nice black bra with a... “That!” I exclaimed seeing the piece "That's what Alex didn't want to explain to me what it was." Olivia laughed, I guess from my expression. “This is a thong, Abbie. And it goes like this,” she explained showing me “The smallest strip is supposed to go between your buttocks, that makes us feel sexy and it drives men crazy.”

' Koko ' The sound of knocking was heard followed by the Concerned voice of my cousin, Sia. " Are you Still there, Rina? , What's taking you so long? , Are you alright? " " I am fine. " I replied, Simply. " Be fast. " She said in a hastening tone. " Okay. " I replied as I immediately turned off the Shower and dried my body with a dry Yellow colored Towel with was hanging nearby. I wore my purple bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom. I got out and wasn't surprised to see my cousin already sitting on my bed.

My pulse hammers in my throat, my ears, between my legs. Every muscle in me goes rigid, ready to claim. She’s stripped down to almost nothing. The fur jacket is long gone. Her rich brown skin shines under the lights, begging to be touched, licked, marked. The black bikini is a fucking joke—tiny triangles barely covering her full tits, thin straps digging into her soft curves, fabric pulled so tight over her nipples they’re hard points pushing through. The thong rides low on her hips, cutting high, showing off the perfect round of her ass and the smooth line between her thighs.

She hands it to me with a devious grin on her face. I open the bag and gasp, while I feel my eyes almost bug out of my head. My eyes scan the contents of the bag: I see lace, silk, strings, and glitter. Underwear. Wait, no. None of these counts as underwear. These are butt floss and cheek chillers. How am I supposed to comfortably walk while wearing any of these? I thought to myself as I pulled out a black, lacy thong.

“Isn’t this going way too far?” Vivian gasped, scandalized, and dug deeper into the box. “Ohhh, honey. They didn’t just send a dress. They sent the whole damn package.” Anna’s eyes widened. “Vivian!” Vivian pulled out a scrap of black lace, tangled with thin straps. She held it up like she’d just discovered the Holy Grail. “Behold.” It was a thong—barely-there lace trimmed with thin leather straps that buckled like miniature harnesses.

My walk of shame pic was truly appalling. “You’ll love this one.” Brack turned the screen toward me so I had a straight on view of a Twitter post. @smutkisses O Stradmore tennis’s darling debutante seen after bathroom tryst with unknown sex god bitly.com/X2_LY8 I almost spit out my coffee. “I’ll find @smutkisses and force a tennis ball down her throat for the ‘debutante’ comment.” I clicked on the link and covered my eyes when I saw the picture of me and Brack. He had a bit of lace clearly hanging from his pocket. “Where is that thong?”

Charlotte’s ass was still presented high, back arched deeply. The tiny red thong was completely soaked dark and clinging transparently to her meaty, swollen cunt lips. Her puffy outer lips were visibly throbbing. The thin fabric stretched tight over her dripping slit, a steady trickle of her juices running down her thick thighs. Leo hooked two fingers under the thin strip of the thong and yanked it roughly to the side, fully exposing her glistening, needy pussy. The sight made his cock twitch violently. Her cunt was puffy, dark and engorged, inner lips flushed dark pink, begging, clenching and fluttering openly as if begging to be filled.