Erotic Shirt Story Novels & Stories

Be bold. When she leaned into me, I felt one of her hands slide up my back, unhooking my bra. I viciously tore her shirt in half. The way she looked at me made me wet. She slipped her fingers in my mouth, looking at me seductively. I glance down at her perky, perfect, exposed breasts. Her perfect sunkissed flawless skin was a breathtaking sight. Eric came up behind me and ripped the back of my shirt off while Tanya began kissing my neck and collarbone. I arched back into Eric's rock-hard erection.

"Hurry the fuck up." "I'm trying!" Erika started taking off her shirt, one side of the shirt slipping out but the other was stuck because of the cuffs. "It's not coming out, what do I do?" "What do you mean?" He started turning around but she yelled out, trying to stop him from turning because she was standing in her bra with her shirt undone. "What?" "You can't look at me! This shirt isn't opening!" Erika slipped on her own words, worried as she tried to make it quick.

Come on , Mandy, you're supposed to be the Albert Einstein of my life yet can't comprehend on how a shirt works? " Of course! I mean, what else are you going to do with a shirt if not wear it?" I gave her a weary look. " What does this 'miracle shirt' of your look like? Is it too sexy? Too revealing , seeing as you love such shirts on me . Will it make me look like a prostitute? Or is it one that your ex girlfriend's wore before she dumped you-" " Just..." I found myself grabbing on to her shoulders, effectively shutting her up as my fingers reflexively squeezed into the soft, warm flesh of her pectoral muscles. " Stop talking and let me go grab you the shirt. "

Just pushing her skirt up to take her wasn’t enough for him this time. Going for the zipper at the side of her skirt. Which he unzipped, then lifting her up, he removed from her legs. Kissing each leg above her knees. Liquid fire shot to her core. Cat moved to help him out of his shirt. The buttons were small, and her hands were already trembling with need. Groaning, Cat gripped the top of his shirt and ripped it open. Making buttons fly everywhere. Shocked, she looked at Eric. She had never done that before. Eric was grinning at her. Raising an eyebrow at her as he lifted her electric blue shell top over her head.

The severe cloud of longing she is seeing in his eyes as she slowly takes off her shirt is cracking her to the very depth of her heart. she takes in quick deep breaths trying to come down her super fast vibrating heart. She then bites her lip as she slowly drops the shirt on the ground revealing her in only her bra with her skirt still on. She hesitates a bit and Eric sighs. "So? What about the rest?" He asks with a lust-filled tone and Jenna knows she's really in deep trouble.

I pleaded, desperately seeking solace His palm slowly cupped my face as he leaned in, placing a soft kiss on my lips. I parted my lips, inviting his tongue to caress mine, and my hand instinctively held onto the White t-shirt he was wearing. I could feel his muscular body beneath it. With each touch and kiss, the intensity grew, gradually undressing me. He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me into his bedroom. As we stumbled through the doorway, he discharged his shirt and I hastily removed his black joggers.

She looked hurt seeing his behavior, she gave a pout at him. He grinned, started unbuttoning his shirt and her eyes widened, suddenly her heart raced, and infinite dirty thoughts started clouding her mind. Eric saw how fast her breath was, his mind hinted how her mind must be in a mess seeing his behavior. With a smirk he slowly unbuttoned the shirt and threw that. His chiseled chest came to her view making her to gulp. “whatever the dirty thoughts you have, just keep it aside for later. I removed the shirt just to clarify your doubt” he said with a wink and her cheeks along with her ears reddened more.

She started to lie down on the bench. I lay down. Sherry P.O.V: Now I want you on the bench, princess," Derrick told me. He started taking off his shirt. I was at wow because I can never get tired of that chest of his. I love to watch him with no shirt on. " You need a rag to wipe your mouth. He said with a smirk on his face. My face was so red; I know he can see I am embarrassed because I was caught watching him with no shirt on.

They contacted every last bit of tissue that could be reached without isolating their lips. Carmen lifted the lower part of Erica's shirt. The kiss at long last halted, so the shirt could pass between them. Erica's tits were firm and impeccably formed, no bra needed. She respected them until she needed to lift her arms, so Erica could take off her shirt. No one had at any point stripped her, but Erica did, and she had never thought about a boy unfastening her bra. Erica's hands conveyed the shoulder lashes down her arms. Her cheeks warmed while her nipples raised. Erica grinned.

“So fucking perfect. These tits are mine. This body is mine. I bought it. I killed for it. And you’re going to wear my shirt so every man downstairs knows exactly who you belong to.” “Adrian…” I whispered, embarrassed, nervous, and shamefully wet. My thighs pressed together. He grabbed a new black shirt from the closet and slowly dressed me in it. The fabric swallowed me, reaching mid-thigh. The shirt left most of my cleavage and legs exposed. His scent clung to the shirt and he kissed the side of my neck, sucking lightly. “Good girl. Now go.”