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I fire back, voice dripping with challenge. Let him stew. Let him watch. This week is mine. I let the red lace bra slip from my shoulders and fall away. The chat explodes. MrBigShot: Holy fuck those tits HungHorse88: Pinch them for me baby TipLord99 tipped $50: Lose the thong NOW DaddyWantsIt tipped $100: Spread wider princess I smile, slow and wicked, and hook my thumbs into the thin straps of the thong. I peel it down my hips, inch by inch, until it drops to the bed. The room fills with pings.

He grunted as he retrieved his robe and socks from a nearby wardrobe, tossed them her way, and left. Morgan chose the items that seemed the least racy. She crossed the hall and let herself into the bathroom, golden cami and thong in hand, and set about changing. The new thong was tiny. All lace as it wound around her hips, bisected the cheeks of her ass, and edged the legs of the garment. The fabric covering everything else…totally sheer. The mirror in the bathroom showed her the explicit way the outrageously feminine lace framed the red curls over the delta between her legs, showcasing the fiery color. It was designed to make a man’s eyes latch onto a woman’s mound immediately. Jack’s eyes.

I stretched my legs and a moan escaped my lips due to how comfortable it felt. I immediately covered my mouth in embarrassment and peeked at Sebastian who soon released a loud chuckle, making me blush in embarrassment. Taking a good look at his features, I realized he was one handsome fellow but he was nothing like the Greek god who beat me to this state. Sebastian was like the other version of Devon, hmm, I like the feel of his n...Sh*t, nevermind. Sebastian had a friendly temperament making anyone feel comfortable with him on first encounter. It was unlike that of Devon who had the aura of 'Don't come closer if you wish to keep living'.

His warm breath tickled my neck as he watched on with anticipation. “The event can f*cking wait, but my c*ck can’t.” And just like that, he gathered the dress effortlessly and smoothly, exposing my lower body. I was wearing only a thin strip of fabric commonly referred to as a thong - something I had only ever heard of, but never worn before. This newfound level of vulnerability made me incredibly uneasy. Despite the warmth in his touch, my heart raced. “I can't help but admire the sight of your p*ssy, the thin lines made by the fabric highlighting its beauty.”

It was strange that grandma picked the set with the intent of Forrest seeing them. And while orange wouldn’t be my first choice, and I don’t generally buy sexy things, I have to admit I love the delicate eyelash lace that is used on both the wide shoulder straps and soft boning for the shape of the lighting lined bra and the semi-sheer mesh panel and scalloped waistband of the low rise thong. So even if Forrest doesn’t see it tonight, I’ll be sure to wear it another time when I know he can.

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

Crystal breathed then, "Suck me... please..." He grinned, sucking her harder. Crystal groaned loudly then, squirming. Thrusting a hand under the waistband of her pants, he found his way into the thin panties she was wearing and into her pussy. She was very wet and hot, which made him chuckle. Raising his head, he pulled out his hand, and made quick work of her sneakers and pants. Her panties were a teal silk thong, and soaking wet by now.

Adrian complained, stalking back to the bed. I slid off the bed and stripped quickly, throwing Adrian’s oversized t-shirt onto the pile of his clothing. All I was wearing underneath was a lacy thong I’d picked out this morning just for this moment. Adrian paused and took me in, his eyes hungry for me. “Take off your thong,” he growled, and I shuddered in delight. I knew from how he was looking at me that I was about to enjoy myself. Teasing him, I hooked my finger under the thong strap and pulled down. He tracked my every movement greedily, and when I stepped out of them, he stepped forward and scooped me into his arms.

She bent over to get a manual from the lower shelf and my eyes popped out of their sockets. As she bent down, Martha’s ass formed a perfect double-U shape as her pants hugged her seat in skin-tight fashion. As many tricky women do, Martha wore thong underwear to hide any potential panty lines. Per my own personal fantasy, she was wearing exactly that and as she leaned forward, the waistband of her thong, a fire-engine red satin color, rode up nicely above her pants’ slim waist line. My God, her ass was tight.

Done, he smirked and went to his bathroom to freshen up. * * * In a fraction of an hour, Aiden was done preparing. Unlike others, he and Alex will wear thongs and leave their chest bare. That’s the only thing that differentiates them from other pornstars and dictates them as the CEOs of Brazzers and the popular sex gods. Therefore, Aiden packaged his BYC thong which he bought today at Five hundred dollars. He dabbed his cologne and then skittered off.