Novel & Cerita Filthy Panties

The jersey had ridden up so high the pink thong was completely on display, barely covering her pussy. I walked over slowly, trying to act chill, and picked up her dirty blue panties from the couch. “I’ll put this in the hamper,” I muttered. Dad kept folding laundry, but I could see him struggling. His eyes kept flicking over to Mary’s ass and thighs even though he was trying hard not to. It made me want to punch something. As I headed upstairs, I held both pairs of panties — Mom’s and Mary’s — and brought them to my nose one after the other.

The second I was close enough, he pulled me down onto his lap, straddling him. “You’ve been wet since we took off, haven’t you?” he murmured, sliding his hand under my dress. “Cocky bastard,” I whispered. His fingers pushed my panties aside and stroked me slowly. I sucked in a sharp breath. “Already soaked,” he said with dark satisfaction. “My dirty little wife.” He slid two thick fingers inside me without warning. My head fell forward onto his shoulder. “Ahh— fuck…” The moan slipped out before I could stop it, low and shaky.

I stood up on legs that barely felt like mine, knees soft, blood humming. Every inch of my body pulsed with memory, with desire, with that reckless craving that had never really gone quiet since the retreat. Slowly, deliberately, I peeled off my scrubs. Not all at once. I let them slide down my hips with a kind of teasing ease, like my skin was aching to be bared. Underneath, I wore the set I had no business wearing to work. Blood red. Lacy. Practically a sin.

She mumbled but nevertheless, relieved herself. The time when she lived in a cave, she used to go to the nearest human city to find public bathrooms. Humans didn't care much unless and until it was something important. Tugging her panties up, she let her dirty shirt, fell freely. The atmosphere was still a bit chilly but she had to bear it like always. "I hope the cat is.. safe." Sighing, she left the room and wiggled through the very same hallways. Arriving at the entrance, she left the suffocating building. Once again, the scrutinizing stares pinned her down, but as always she ignored them. Turning around, her bare feet led her towards the white mansion Kyla had previously stated.

Her legs were shaky as she turned off the water and dried her face. She dropped her charcoal-gray trousers and pink panties and sat on the toilet. A glance told her that those panties were drenched. Her hand reached out to grab the rag from the edge of the sink, pulling it once again to her face. Her other hand snaked down between her thighs to spread the petals of her soaking wet little pussy. She shook as soon as the tip of her finger touched her sensitive little button.

Her fingers found her completely soaked. She pulled back just enough to speak, lips still brushing Lily’s wet nipple. “Oh… little nerd has been soaking her panties since the office.” Lily made a broken sound as two fingers pushed into her virgin hole. She was tight, almost painfully so, but dripping. Gwen fingered her slowly at first, then deeper, curling against the front wall while her mouth moved to the other breast. When Lily started shaking, Gwen dropped to her knees, yanked the soaked panties aside, and put her mouth on her.

I chuckled. She sighed sexily, "nah, I'm too tired. I'll clean it up tomorrow." She then stood up, set the device back on the table and slipped her satin, mint green robe on. She left it open, fulfilling my hope. She then picked up her bra and then her panties off the floor. "They're ruined," she said, holding the panties out to the camera, pointing the sodden gusset right toward me. She smiled and took a deep sniff of her pussy scent. "No way I can put these filthy panties back on," she smiled. "No complaint here."

“Take your shorts and panties off.” “No. Fuck you,” she snarled, and I grinned. I used my hold on her hair and forced her to stand, and while I stared into her eyes, I ripped her shorts and panties off. “You sick bastard.” Yeah. I sure as fuck was. I brought her panties to my nose and inhaled. “You smell incredible, but more than that,” I said and showed her the material, crotch outward, “your panties are wet because you’re turned on.” I needed to fuck her right here on the dirty, hard forest ground until I was buried deep in her cunt, and my balls were pressed to her little ass.

The denim scratched across my flesh, my soaking panties adding its indignity. He growled at the sight. "Fucking wet already," he snarled, gazing at my exposed cunt. He shoved my jeans aside, slipping them from about my thighs like some filthy thing rolled up. Denim gripped my body, rubbed along my ass, down over my knees, onto my ankles. In one quick motion, it was gone—they were flung behind him like garbage he'd never again enter. My panties second, tender black lace permeated straight through. Victor breathed in.

“Then get the fuck over here. We’re turning you into our personal fucktoy tonight. Strip.” My hands moved before my brain could argue. I dropped my bag, fingers trembling as I unbuttoned my blouse. My tits spilled free—perky, round, nipples aching. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall, stepping out in just my white lace panties and knee socks. The front of my panties was dark with my arousal. Ethan crooked a finger. “Panties off. Crawl to us.” I sank to my knees on the carpet and crawled, ass swaying, tits hanging heavy. The humiliation burned so good between my legs. When I reached them, Ethan grabbed my hair and yanked my face up.