His Hand In Her Panties Novels & Stories

“Let's find out who's the pervert, shall we?” The intensity returning to my eyes, rid of any trace of amusement, I tugged her dress up, still holding onto her wrist, and touched a string of panties across her soft inner thighs, and she shivered at the new intrusion of my warm hand against her skin. “Is this what you call wearing undies?” Maintaining eye contact with her, I pushed the panties down to her knees before sliding my finger into her folds. “Fuck.” I groaned, and she squeezed her thighs close, trapping my finger.

I sucked on it gently. Trailing my hand back up the front of her panties, I hooked a finger on the waistband before bringing my other hand up to do the same. I pulled them down, breaking my hold on her neck. When they hit the floor, I put my hands on her waist and lifted her out of them.

It fell to the floor at her feet, revealing a red satin bra and panties. She had the body of an angel. I kissed her again and plunged my hand into her panties, feeling the hot wetness of her p*ssy on my fingers. She trembled and moaned as she kissed me back. I stuck my tongue all the way to her throat and felt her squirm in my hold.

Her hands clasped on his muscled shoulders as she closed her eyes, as small moans escaped her lips. His mouth ravished her right bosom as well as slowly his hand reached to her skirt, unhooking it and the next thing it lay on the floor making the girl gasp leaving her only in her red panties. Biting at her right bosom slightly the girl jerked as he nibbled the bitten area. His hand cupped her heat as the girl jerked back, her eyes opening wide. She felt his fingers rubbing her there above the panties but in seconds it was ripped off of her and lays on the floor with rest of the pile.

She shivered, already knowing he would win. “Go on,” he told her. “Slip that finger inside your panties and let’s see how horny you are that others know about our little game.” She kept her gaze fixed on his as she unbuttoned her pants and slid her hand inside her panties. She sucked in a breath as her finger glided over her swollen clit and down between her folds, her drenched folds as it turned out. Groaning, she pulled her finger back out and held it up for Damien’s inspection.

“No. I... won't. Don't...” I cut her off, taking her mouth again, and this time, I slid the hand that held her down into her panties, parting her ass cheeks, pressing my finger there, rubbing her tight little arsehole until her knees gave way and she cried out, gripping my neck, burying her face in my chest to stifle her moans as she came, her pussy soaking my fingers, my hand, her weight fully supported by me as he body came undone. She sighed, her breathing in short, urgent gasps, her eyes wet and dark when she turned them up to me. I wrapped my arms around her, beaming triumphantly.

Her legs stayed wide open on display. He watched, transfixed as she wiped away the evidence of what he'd done to her. His breathing grew heavier. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. When she was done, she folded the tissue and tossed it aside. "Pass me my panties," she commanded, gesturing to where they'd fallen on the floor earlier. He bent and picked them up, still damp and handed them to her. Instead of putting them on, she reached forward and tucked them into the breast pocket of his shirt.

I said as I kissed him deep. "Really? What else did you do?" I supported myself on my one arm holding his cock, then grabbed his hand with my other hand and guided it to my bare lower abdomen. I slid his hand to the waistband of my panties, then slipped them over them, stopping just before he could get my clit. "Well..., Michael is standing right behind me. His cock is pushing my panties into my pussy right now!" I felt his hand move up my panties, back to where Michael's cock was.

He pressed down on me entirely and even tried to burrow between my legs. I could clearly feel something hot and hard against my inner thigh. Startled, I couldn't help but clamp my thighs together, my nerves on edge. It was a good thing I was wearing underwear today, or he would've gotten in. However, he wasn't satisfied. He hoisted my legs up and pushed up my short skirt. "It's so pretty and still looks tight." He reached out to pull off my panties. This wouldn't do. If he actually pulled them off, I'd be done for.

She whispers getting on her tiptoes. He stares down at her with hazy eyes and suddenly pins her harshly holding her by her waist and kisses her hard. She moans and kisses him back, holding onto his hands. The kiss ignites a flame in their bodies, both of them kissing each other with the same hunger and passion. None of them giving the other the dominance, he finds it amusing that she is not letting him take over. But he knows how to pull on her strings; without waiting he puts her hand in her shirt and pinches her on her sensitive nipple. She whines letting out a loud mewl, he takes that chance and shoves his tongue in her mouth and starts tasting every inch of her mouth.