Crusty Thong Novels & Stories

Caiden smirks. "Fine. Let's go." Macie huffs. "But did I really have to wear the thong? I'm gonna feel the need to dig my butt all night!" Caiden throws his head back and laughs hard. He had bought her a lacy bra and thong set. "Laugh all you want, but these are uncomfortable. I mean are they really made for big girls? It makes my butt crack itch." Macie whispers. Caiden continues to laugh until he sees it's making her mad.

BEING WITHOUT YOU FEELS LIKE DEATH TO ME, AFTER LAST NIGHT YOU'RE STILL SO TIGHT DAMN MY SWEET I WANT MORE OF YOU GIVE ME ALL OF YOU THALIA I STARTED TO SOB🥺🥺 I DONT KNOW HOW TO STOP HIM HE KEPT ON THRUSTING HARD AND FAST, I FEEL LIKE HE'S GOING TO RIP ME APART THEN I HEARD HIS GROANS FOR THE 4th TIME HE SPILLED HIS SEED INSIDE ME WHEN HE WAS DONE HE PULLED ME ON TOP OF HIM SOFTLY CARESSING MY NAKED BRUISED BODY YOU DID WELL MY LIL PUP NOW REST WAIT DID HE JXT ACT NICE TO ME 😳

~Roman~ Viviana moaned in a frenzy as I sucked on the tip of her tongue. She squirmed above me when I gripped her creamy thigh with one hand while the other traced the outline of her panties. A thong to be precise, a lacy one. I indulge in this discovery, marking one of the checklists I noted in my head on my crash course, Viviana. I swallowed the gasp she released, pressing my thumb on the fabric of her underwear, growling when I realized that she’d made a mess down there.

The time stares at me in mockery. “Shit!” Tossing off the sheets, I hit the shower. Red… No. White… No. Black! I settle for matching black undies. The half-cut bra hugs my big boobs, pushing up my cleavage, and almost giving off my nipples as the dark pink areola sneaks out. Done, I pick up the thong. It's not the holy girls' thong. It slips into my butt crack. The front area barely covers my cunt. If I part my legs a little, it will only cover my clit.

I sit on the velvet. It's soft against my bare skin – warm, textured. I part my legs. My thong is soaked through – the fabric dark with wetness, clinging to my pussy, showing the outline of my lips through the sheer material. He kneels between my thighs. Pushes them wider. Leans in and presses his mouth against my pussy through the thong – one firm, open-mouthed kiss directly on my clit through the wet fabric – and I jolt like I've been electrocuted.

Lucy’s eyes light up. “That one! Hell yes, but ditch the thong. Get peephole ones instead—trust me, it’ll drive him crazy,” she says with a mischievous grin. I laugh and nod, heading back into the changing room. I switch out the regular thong for a more scandalous one, and when I’m done, we finally leave the store. The adrenaline of planning something exciting with Justin still buzzes through me, and I feel a spark of hope. Maybe this will change things between us.

I could see the glistening of tear at the corner of her eyes and it got me confused for some seconds. "I want to be fucked by you Angel. Every fucking day of my life." Her words came out breathingly and her breath increased it's pace. Every body gesture showing me just how much she craved my touch. I let my eyes savour her figure first. She wore a nipple pad and and a thong which I was certain was soaked in her pussy juice. Fuck!

She says breathlessly. “That’s my girl,” I am already out of my pants as I thrust into her. After we are done. She straightens her dress and puts on a new thong. “You know that was La Perla right? Those were expensive underwear you just ruined by ripping them off of me. Two hundred dollars to be exact.” She says annoyed. “Totally worth it. Also, why would you wear a two-hundred-dollar thong around me when you know I love to destroy them?” I tell her.

So it's clean. Krysie glanced at herself in the mirror and smiled wickedly. What if she'll try it now? She giggled with her thoughts. Seriously, she wants to knock on Carson's room to ask why the hell he wants her to wear this. But on the contrary, she'll obey him. And there would be nothing wrong with trying it now, right? And that's what she did. She took off her shorts, leaving her underwear, and wear the thong. She raised the hem of her shirt and turned around in front of the mirror. It fits her perfectly. But it feels weird. It's like something was inserted at the thong.

I was beginning to get frustrated inside the car, waiting for the green light to turn on so I could leave the place. I heard a knock on my tinted car glass, only for me to turn and see one dirty hand with stinky cloth advertising whatsoever she was selling. I came out of the car and then slapped her on her cheeks. "How dare you use your dirty hand to knock on my window? And what made you think I'm going to buy water from you? See, let me tell you, even if I'm thirsty, I will rather die than buy water from a stinky girl like you." I fumed.