Gooey Panties Novels & Stories

Fuck, she moaned, trying to stop her thighs from jerking and her moans from escaping her. Aiden loved the smoothness of her sex. It’s without a gel yet it’s slippery like one... He was all too lost that he didn’t know when the pornstars attained their goal. The white panties Mindy and Sarah wore is a now an ocean of streamers…you could practically see their pink pussy from it. Hayden had showered his cum all over Sage's hands and she’s quick enough to lick the whole seed…with a loud slurp.

Seyi retorted. Omah took his cigarette from his mouth and grinned. "Those previous girls are not Prof. Ajayi's daughter you know. Besides you guys need to stop hopping from one chick to another. How do you even do it sef?" Dayo thought his friend knew better, a pity he doesn't. Well why else was he his best friend if he couldn't enlighten him on such small issues such as this one. "The best thing about panties is taking them off. The game is simple. You see a girl you'd like to smash. You pursue them, spend a few thousands. You get into their panties. You move on. It's so damn exciting!" He declared,

"As you wish, your majesty." Today, she wore a purple lace panty which was already soaking wet when I removed it. Unlike other girls, her hygiene was top tier. It matters and it's never embarrassing to let the partner know they have bad hygiene. (Like honestly if they stink it's not pretty sex lmao)

Their rage slowly dissipating from their gaze, replaced by want for me. I pulled my night dress up to my upper thighs and spread my legs a little bit more, letting them see my similarly peach coloured panties. "Do you like my panties, daddy?" I asked, my voice already showing off the building lust in me. "Pretty panties" Luxuria groaned softly, adjusting in his bed. "I like your panties but I like what they are covering even more. Why not get your pretty panties out of the way?" Grayson's gaze was now fixated on in between my legs.

Adjusting the straps to ensure a comfortable fit, she admired herself in the mirror, revelling in her sensuality. Next, she reached for the matching panties, a sheer and delicate fabric that left little to the imagination. She gently slid them up her legs, the fabric gliding sensually against her smooth skin, and she wriggled her waist to hug her hips perfectly. As she admired her reflection, a soft, satisfied sigh escaped her lips, knowing that she was a vision of desire.

I lifted my hips, and my shorts came off, but not my panties. I blushed, realizing which panties I was wearing. They were so silly -- plain white but with the Rolling Stones mouth and tongue logo right above my pussy, looking ready to eat me out. They were a gift from one of my more raunchy friends, custom made for the whole track team. Jon smirked at them. "Cute. I didn't know they made panties like that." "You can get almost anything made online, apparently." "Are those... an invitation?" he asked.

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟ "You smell fucking amazing..." My hands smoothly slide her pants down, revealing her panties, her now soaked panties. I almost let out a whistle. She's got these cotton panties on, pink with red and white roses. There's a tiny silk rose sewn onto the front. Most of the roses on the front are darker than the ones on her hips. Her slick has soaked right into the fabric. "I can't wait to taste you." I kiss a path down her thighs, wanting to savor every inch of her skin. Her skin is so soft and she smells ... clean. I don't know how else to explain it. Fresh and beautiful with a hint of something fruity.

I felt my dress lifted to my waist, and my bare skin tingled after the exposure. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I was in my pink panties. The mummy kind. Oh, fuck it! I picked the wrong day to wear the wrong panties. Guys like Hayden wouldn’t like this. Obviously, they wouldn’t. It’s just that the coverage panties were more comfortable than the G-strings, which Jake and I call catapults. How was I supposed to know I’d bump into Hayden at the restaurant? Was he staring? Did my underwear turn him off?

Her skin was fair, luminous, almost translucent, and I could see the blue veins beneath the surface, a map of treasures I had never imagined I would be allowed to explore. She smiled, seeing my gaze. “Like what you see?” she asked, her voice a provocative whisper. “Anya…” “Wait. It’s not over.” Her hands moved down to the sweatpants. She untied them slowly, her fingers sliding along the waistband of the panties I had not yet seen. When the pants fell, revealing her long, toned legs, I held my breath. The panties were a thong. Black. Tiny. Damn. “You’re a bitch,” I whispered, my voice failing.

Those sea-blue eyes stayed glued to my face, watching every move. I hooked my fingers into her lace tights—felt like a second skin clinging to her—and tugged them down. Next came her black cotton panties, soaked through with a dark circle of wetness that told me everything I needed to know. I brought them to my nose, inhaling deep—her scent was intoxicating, musky and sweet, like forbidden fruit. I shoved them into my pocket. "I think I need to get you some new panties," I groaned, the words coming out thick.