Novel & Cerita Gooey Panties

She slid her hand between my legs gently fondling my uber wet pussy. "You know I stole your panties. I wanted to taste you. Then when you got that new thong, I tasted you again, it was different, stronger. Then, that first wonderful night when I got to lick your pussy it was different again, stronger. And now it's back to those cotton panties. I taste myself all the time, wishing it was you, I'm the same. You're weird."

I did, and she would be one by the time I was done with her. She shoved off her yoga, pants exposing a matching pair of cream-hued panties. They were so delicious, the front soaked with her excitement. I couldn't wait for her to show off her thick bush. I just knew her black curls would be dripping with pussy cream. She folded her yoga pants just as carefully as her blouse, setting them on those garments. Then she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties. She pushed those off, the fabric rolling as it slid over her curving rump and lush thighs.

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.

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.

she pulled the small piece of fabric from the bag. I was confused about what I was looking at and had no idea why she was telling me about her laundry orders. I give her a questioning look. "What is it?"I asked. "Girl. Panties! Cute, lacy panties that Dameon is literally gonna go crazy for,” she said revealing the white lacy underwear. My face went red at the realization of what they were. And what they're for. "Lia! I-I can't wear that!" "I haven't tried them on so they're clean if that's what you're worried about,"

’ 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?’

"There. Eat it." I catch the lace underwear in between my fingers and bring them up to my nose, inhaling deeply, moaning in satisfaction. She scrunches her face up in disgust and it takes all I have not to start chuckling. It's no news that I'm a decent freak show. Guess she's just starting to see that. I fold the panties neatly and stuff them into my pants pocket. I lick the corners of my lips as I slide my gaze up her lean, fair legs to her pretty, little pussy, examining it while she looks away in embarrassment, standing rigidly like the statue of Lady Liberty.

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…."

Distantly he heard Juicy's moan and he began to strain against the zipper of his jeans. He gently pushed her back onto the bed, and stripped himself naked but taking much longer to drag down the material of her ankle length linen skirt. His eyes were met with the sight of her matching black French cut panties and his full erection became even fuller. He slid his body against hers, his hands exploring her.