Crusty Thong の小説・ストーリー

I closed my eyes, hoping I could control myself when I heard the words: Miss Crump: "You really are like your father said, a 'musclebound thug who bounces around town flaunting his oversized private parts hoping to find some slut with no taste or morals who will sleep with him'. If you think that I am that kind of slut, you are RIGHT. Let me call my micro-equipped old fogey hubby and tell him that we have a seminar in Vegas or somewhere, and I will be out of pocket for a while." [She dropped my cock, which returned to my stomach with a hard slap, the uncut head well above my navel. She caressed my massively over-developed arm muscles and shoulders and then kissed me like a 20 year old slatte

Chapter 1 Francesca's POV. "Where the hell did I keep that thong for goodness sake?!", I cussed under my breath as I desperately searched my work clothes. It was either I brought my own thong from home, or I wore some dirty ass, uncomfortable pantie that some other sex worker had worn the night before.

She shivered, tugging at me until I sucked harder, then held the base of her nipple between my teeth while I pointed my tongue, showing her what I planned to do when I had her panties off. It shouldn’t have been possible to get harder, but when I realized she’d worn a thong I wanted to rip off my jeans before I hurt myself. The tiny little silky number was as easy to remove as a tug. It was the sexiest thing on the planet and she was all mine. I stood up, stared at the wet tips of her breasts, then down at the crumpled silk white thong on the floor. It was incredibly erotic to have her dress pulled down like that, to have the lower half of her covered in sunshine-yellow.

His palm spread wider, fingers exploring the curve where my ass met my thigh. “Old pervert!” I hissed under my breath, barely loud enough for him to hear over the engine noise. He didn’t react outwardly. Just kept staring out the window. But I saw the corner of his thin lips twitch upward into a faint, disgusting smirk. His fingers tightened, pinching the soft flesh and rolling it between them. The heat of his palm radiated through my thin panties, making my skin prickle with unwanted awareness. I was wearing a tiny white thong today—something cute I’d picked because it was laundry day and nothing else felt comfortable under the short skirt. Now I regretted it deeply. The thin string offered

My thumb rubbed over her nipple until it hardened into a tight peak under the thin material. She arched into my touch, moaning louder into my mouth. I kept going lower, slipping my fingers under the edge of her thong, finding her core already soaked and hot. Fuck, she was dripping for me. I pushed two fingers inside her without warning, deep and fast, curling them to hit that spot that made her gasp sharply into my mouth.

Uncle was calling he was in the room waiting for me to come out wearing the thong he brought for me today. “Coming…" I yelled trying last time. “Puff..." I smiled, finally wearing it like it was mentioned in the picture. This thong had many strings covering my pelvic area. The string was like in U shape made of pearls hiding my pussy. Two layers of string were tied around my waistband with a little adjustable rubber band. The U shape strip covering my front and back was bare, only one strip holding my back and front sticking under my pussy and backdoor. The uncomfortable part was one string that was connecting the back with the front it was stuck under my pussy rubbing my clitoris while walk

I took another step, looming over her shorter form. “Yes you are,stop wasting my time.” I reached out, letting the back of my fingers graze her bare shoulder. Her skin broke out in goosebumps under my touch. “I have a pretty good idea,” I murmured. “Why don’t you tell me what kind of thong it is? Describe it in vivid detail, and it's yours.” She swallowed hard, eyes flickering to my lips before she met my gaze again. "It's a black lace thong,” she whispered. “Low-cut at the sides, with a small bow in the front."

The cracked glass ashtray overflowed with crushed cigarette butts, some smeared with faded red lipstick. Nora was on all fours, knees sunk into the thin cushions that had long lost any shape. Her cheap black lace panties—bought on sale on Shopee—were pulled to the right side, the elastic biting into her thigh flesh. Her raised ass trembled slightly, not from cold but from raw anticipation. Her swollen, open pussy lips glistened under the red light; a thick, transparent thread dripped slowly down the inside of her left thigh, leaving a sticky trail that dripped onto the leather.

I heard a faint sound from his side, a low groan, maybe? The windows were cracked open, and the alley sometimes carried noises. It made my pussy throb. I pulled the dress higher, slowly, inch by inch, exposing my legs, my hips. No panties tonight? Wait, noI had on that tiny black thong, the one that barely covered anything. The string dug into my ass cheeks, and I knew he could see the outline as I turned sideways a bit.