Gooey Panties Novels & Stories

Alina pov I knelt patiently outside his office door, sitting back on my heels, wearing nothing but the delicate red lace panties I had bought just for him. The waiting was torture. The air smelt like the thick scent of arousal. Mr Parker ordered yesterday not to wash my pussy. The dried remains of my cum still clung on my skin, making it unbearable to control my desire. I had worn the same panties all night, touching myself again and again thinking about his long hard dick, that was going to get buried deep inside me.

They're cute and I raise my eyebrows. She sits down on the bed, wearing a lacy pink thong. She hikes up a leg and I watch as her fingers move over the material, outlining her p*ssy lips. It may be amateur p**n, but this girl is...f*cking hot. I can feel myself getting hard just watching her play with herself over her panties. When she moves them aside I groan at the sight of her pretty pink p*ssy.

I just glared at them and they finally ran away. "She has a period? Sir you might just want to buy her period panties, I guess?" "What?" "Period panties are washable, reusable underwear designed to replace pads and tampons, or be worn with tampons and cups for extra protection." "I'll buy them all." After buying those shits, I went straight to my private room and saw retard standing on one corner while her hands are on her tummy. “What the hell are you doing there?” I asked her. She looked at me like a poor little puppy. “I’m afraid I might stain your couch. I already stained your coat.”

Gemma stood from her perch on the desk edge and stepped forward, her pants falling down her thighs a bit and revealing the sexy white lace panties she had on underneath with a dark spot on the gusset. She pulled her fingers from her panties and held them out, letting you lean forward and take them into your mouth. "Mmm," you groaned, tasting her. She was that lovely tart, semi-salty, a semi-sweet flavour that was indescribably a turn-on. "I can't wait for more."

Each step I took towards the changing room sent more soreness through my already sore pussy. Hell! I wanted him so bad. When I got back into the room, the feel of his gaze still lingered on me, it was like he was there, watching me as I stretched out the panties he asked me to wear, his words echoing in my mind again: I want to see you, wearing my favorite color. My eyes fell on the price tag of the panties and I gasped. 800 fucking dollars for just panties? That’s crazy.

She was always complaining, slowing everyone down. Jack, on the other hand, seemed to have endless patience and indulgence for her. "Alright. Let's see what's so heavy." He stopped the group, knelt, and opened Dakota's backpack himself. In front of everyone, she carefully pulled out her precious belongings, as if presenting a prized collection. There was a full set of luxury travel-sized skincare, a nearly unused oversized power bank, chips in every flavor, jelly, sour belts… and a heavy jar of peanut butter.

She had her pocket-sized portfolio, her wallet, apartment keys, phone, and mints, plus all the rest of the crap that filled her handbag like tampons and old shopping receipts, and tissues. She ran her hands over her body just to check that she was fully clothed even though she’d checked herself in the mirror a hundred times or more since getting dressed. She hitched up her panties. The damned things kept inching down her hips. It had been a slight oversight on her part to make sure her laundry was done. She’d been so focused on ‘The Outfit’ she hadn’t put much thought into what she would wear underneath. Thankfully her favorite bra was clean, but she was down to her last few pairs of panties

He gently rubs me through my panties and that's all it takes , I almost gave out. " Wanna take them off?" Gray whispers, his warm breath against my ear gives me goosebumps. I turn to look at him wondering what he's talking about but he snaps the tiny waistline of my panties against my skin. Oh shit. I don't mind taking this blockage off. But it's gonna be embarrassing if Mia or the others find me taking off my panties because I'm about to get fingered in a family dinner with a birthday celebrant. Oh Gray, what hath thou turned me into.

It had everything to do with the swollen pink kitty between her thighs. Beau bent at the waist, and I almost swallowed my tongue. Right at the back, at the center of her skirt, there was a split that was high enough to give me a subtle peek at her panties beneath. Lace. Purple. Cheekies. "Stand up," left me on a pained grunt, the sound near animalistic and she bolted upright. Even standing straight and with her back to me, she was a temptress in this black little number. It molded over every delicate curve of her frame. "Walk back over to me."

She unfastened her jeans with tantalizing slowness, seeming to lower the zipper a notch at a time. Her panties showed at last. They were skimpy bikinis, slung so low that a fringe of pussy hair showed above the elastic. Manuela shook her hips and the jeans fell all the way down her legs and she stepped out of them, completely naked, except for her tight panties. The sheer fabric of those panties hugged Manuela's crotch so snugly that the outline of her cunt was beautifully obvious. She rubbed herself through the clinging yellow nylon until it was darkened by a spreading stain of her pussy juice.