Novel & Cerita Gooey Panties

There, dangling on the edge of his finger, is a pair of pink panties with little hearts printed in an all-over pattern. It’s easily my most cutesy – and most embarrassing – pair of panties. But it’s also the most comfortable. And honestly, though pink isn’t really my color, I like to feel cute now and again. Sue me. Beau beams like it’s Christmas morning and his pile of presents is the biggest. “What are these, Nanny?” I lean forward in a flash, making a grab for the panties. But he’s quicker at snatching them back. I grab at empty air instead.

"Your panties are soaked with your juices. Soaked panties cling to your little flower tracing beautiful shapes." He rubbed my pussy with his fingers and I spilled out a loud moan. "Lift your little ass. Okay? My baby." He squeezed my panties, intending to pull it off. I was too shy to know what to say, so I could only lift my ass to let the panties leave my body smoothly. "Oh my god, is your little mouth flooding?" He joked. He carried my panties and felt the weight of it. He tossed the panties to the other side and bent down on his knees between my legs. He leaned over and blew a soft breath of hot air into my core. His lips were only a short distance from my pussy.

When Elayne had said she was wearing matching panties, she'd really meant it. Not only were they the same, sexy black silk, but somehow they were even more revealing than her bra was. I could instantly tell that she was completely shaven as well as getting a near-perfect view of her incredible pussy. From the look of things, my sister was just as turned on as I was. It took all of my self-control to not shove my head into her crotch to try and eat her out.

"Sshhh, you don't want to cry over me remember?" ************** He sat on my bed, while I moved to the other side so he could also lay down if he wanted. "I came to return this like I said earlier." He slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out a red laced panties with a black ribbon in front. The panties looked every shade of sexy, it only covered the way to the mini heaven, while the rest were like net. It looked–I gasped when I recognized it to be one of my favorite panties that I had been looking for a while now.

He came around the front of the car, his broad shoulders filling the space between us, and held out his hand. Reluctantly, I pulled the bag from under my jacket and handed it over, watching as he dumped the contents onto the hood. The black lace panties spilled out first, delicate and sheer, the kind that would cling to my ass cheeks and show every curve. Then the bra, cups edged with scalloped trim, meant to push my tits up high and inviting. “These are slutty as hell,” he said, picking up the panties and holding them up to the light, the fabric translucent enough to hint at what they’d barely cover.

’ But even as I said it, I could feel the tug of something—something I wasn’t sure I wanted to acknowledge. “Then Screaming Orgasm it is,” I tried to reply coolly. “As for shots, what do you think we could add to the mix?” Without missing a beat, she leaned forward, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Silky Panties.” Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I couldn’t help but picture it—her, wearing those silky panties. The image flashed in my mind so vividly that it took everything I had to push it away. ‘Sh1t, what the hell is wrong with me?’

“Drop your panties.” __ A. Gupta

I wanted to devour her quickly, but no, I learnt patience. She was putting on a pair of pants, one that was not tight on her leg. It was big, like a palazzo, and just then, “Take it off,” I pointed at it. She understood the assignment like a brilliant student. Even when her face was rigid, as if she didn’t want to do it. She did it slowly, reluctantly. And she dropped it over her shirt and suit. Right now, I could see her flower-designed blue panties. Looked typically girlish. Around her shaved pubic area, there was a round, wide hole in the panties, which made it look so beautiful.

His voice was cold as ice and when he picked up my pantie from the floor, I froze, my face flushing red with embarrassment. "Give back that! What right do you have to touch my underwear!" I yelled, trying to reach for it but the motherfucker was taller. "Hmm….." he hummed, sliding his fingertips along the soaked fabric, "G-string? our dear nerdy wears sexy panties too? Hmm, interesting. But why is it so wet, who made you cum this much?" I twisted my face in pure disgust when he brought it close to his nose and took a long sniff. "Wow….such depraved scent…."

Chris was absolutely stunned by what he saw. The red panties. The same red panties he remembered so well from under the stairs she had on. They were the perfect matching value and hue of red as the Santa suits they both wore. The soft curving slope of the cheeks of her ass was like the velvet surface inside a diamond jewelry box. And the cut was very French. The innocent slightly naughty sexiness of her panties was stunning and Chris literally lost his breath. He didn't realize he had lost his swallowing control also, until he tried to drink a sip of wine and immediately choked. "UGG HAKKK" he coughed.