Crusty Thong Novels & Stories

his casual remark caught me off guard, leaving me momentarily speechless. Stella buying me a dress? It felt like a twist in the plot. Given her clear disdain for me, something definitely felt off about her gesture. Examining the garment, my stomach churned uneasily. The dress was a far cry from anything I'd ever wear willingly. It was a crimson lace creation, barely skimming my thighs, with an off-the-shoulder design that left little to the imagination. "No! I can't possibly wear this. It's far too revealing," I gasped, the shock evident in my voice.

Straight to my toes. His hands glide along my sides and his fingers coil in the strands of my thong. He drags the panties down my thighs. I’m reminded of the last time this happened and the way he demanded Alex bring them to him. Though what I really focus on is what occurred thereafter, when Jameson raised the damp crotch to his nose. He must be thinking the same thing, because once he’s discarded the thong, he straightens and whispers in my ear, “I want you creaming for me.”

Her breasts pressed against the cool wood as he yanked her skirt up over her hips in one rough motion, exposing the tiny black thong that disappeared between her round ass cheeks. “Look at this,” he said, voice thick with lust. His palm cracked against her ass, the sharp smack making her yelp and then moan. “Wearing something this slutty to the office. Were you hoping I’d rip it off?” “Yes,” she gasped, pushing back against his hand. “God, yes, Marcus. I’ve been so wet thinking about you all day.” He hooked his fingers in the thong and tore it down her legs, leaving it tangled around one ankle. His fingers slid between her thighs, finding her soaked folds. “Jesus Christ, you’re drenched. Thi

Matching crotchless panties that left nothing to the imagination Sheer black thigh-high stockings with garter belts, and a tiny pleated skirt so short it would barely cover my ass. The fabric was luxurious, the kind that would cling to every inch of my skin. Next to it, nestled in more wrapping: a huge realistic dildo. Thick, veiny, at least eight inches, with a heavy base and balls. It looked expensive too.. A couple of other toys and a small bottle of lube rolled out beside it. My mouth went dry. My cock jumped hard in my sweatpants. This was insane.

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Red, lace thong. "Fuck" He whispered, eyes glued to the sight of deep crimson against soft honeyed skin, the way the fabric sits snug over her legs. Damon was sure that Mia liked the feeling of the material though. Damon placed a hand on her upper leg, the tips of his fingers curling into the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and making his employee shiver again. "You are already wet for me, kitten" The CEO murmured, almost wondrously. He trailed his fingers over the top of the panties, noticing Mia tremble beneath him. Damon dragged a finger down the centre of the thong, hearing her suck a sharp breath.

A matching micro-bra held back just my nipples and a sliver below, leaving my skin entirely bare. A microscopic thong covered the bare minimum in front, stretching into a paper-thin string down below, while my backside was completely naked save for a web of threads. A sheer, smoky net cascaded down from the bra line to the thong, hugging my hips like a second skin, with a sharp decorative strap running straight down the center of my chest. To top it off, a tight garter belt cinched my waist, trying desperately to anchor the look, failing miserably since it was made of transparent mesh.

I pushed her dress up and groaned. “What the fuck is this?” I demanded, eyeing the tiny piece of lace that curved around her soaked lips, leaving her flushed pussy bare. “Can you even call it underwear?” “I-it’s a crotchless thong,” she said, squirming under me, but I kept her pinned, not letting her move an inch. “I wanted to surprise you.”

Jane said, as she pulled her girlfriend to her and kissed her hotly on the mouth. Lara smiled as she watched her best friends passionately embrace. She did have to admit that Tabby’s suit was shockingly small. The tiny micro bikini was made of pink lace and was virtually transparent. Tabby’s pierced nipples shone through the cups of the small top and she could even see the outline of her vaginal lips in the minuscule thong bottom.

It’s an imagination of me wearing them and displaying before Krish. I did a cat walk fiddling with my fingers with my gaze stuck to floor.“How I am looking in this neon lingerie ", I asked fastly yet softly. Krish lifted his gaze from his laptop screen to me in a slow manner. I was blushing and shying looking down fiddling with the laces of my thong. “WHAT THE HELL WOMAN ? WHAT THE FUCK THAT THIN SKULL OF YOURS IS THINKING?. JUST GO AND CHANGE " I was chocked on my drink which I was drinking.