Look At My Panties Novels & Stories

He groaned as he palmed my ass, grabbing it and working up higher, toward my waist. When his hands stopped, I looked down at him. The expression he wore was confused for a short second before his eyes closed and he took in a shaky breath, fingers digging into my hips. “Baby girl, where are your panties?” I was so worked up that my voice came out just above a whisper. “You can’t wear them with a dress like this. The lines will show.”

The sound hit harder than any slap. Jane… was pregnant too. My breath caught. The world tilted. Zayne froze when he saw me, shock flashing across his face before he walked over quickly. “Wendy? What are you doing here?” I forced a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Nothing. Just… a check-up.” His gaze dropped to the folder in my hands. “You look pale. What’s wrong?” “Headache,” I said quietly. “It’s nothing.” He reached for me, but I stepped back, clutching my bag so tightly the ultrasound photo bent inside.

Paid them in USD, just like how fascinating my bank account was. So why was she not smiling now? The instant she did the 360, I saw that at the back of her panties. It was not a wide pair of panties. At the back, the pants looked like it was a G-string. But from the front, it wasn't. “Place one leg on the desk,” I instructed. Curiosity took the whole of me, and I wanted to check what I was curious about from my specimen. Underneath her, just at the tips of her pussy, I saw it.

"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.

I get off my knees and reach under my dress, I tug on the waistband of my panties as I watch him watch me. When they drop to my feet, I step out of them and pick them up. Adrian thinks he's a goddamn God and that he is but fuck him, this was my revenge. I grab his right hand and place my damp thong in his hand. His gazes darts from the panties back to me and I flash him a smile, “Seems you were born to soak my panties.”

They're fucking glorious, the pink hard nipples begging for attention. "Fuck Marianna, it's a wonder that bastard Annibale couldn't look away," I say pulling my head back to look at her. She's a vision with her wet lips, dreamy eyes, and her dress pooled at her waist. I watch as she slides the hem of the dress up and takes off her panties. I'm torn between bending her over the desk or spreading her on top of it. Do I want to watch her ass jiggle or her tits bounce when I fuck her? "I'll let you keep them if you stop talking and fuck me," She says holding her panties up with a finger.

“Patience, love.” He steps back and watches me, waiting to see what I’ll do. I turn around and walk back to the living room. Standing by the arm of the couch, I look back at him. I smile and start to unbutton my shorts. When he arches a brow at me, I say, “It feels better if I’m just in my panties.” I swear he lets out a small growl when my shorts hit the ground and I’m left in my pale pink panties and my soaked, see-through shirt. Looking down I can’t help but laugh. My panties are just as wet and clinging to my pussy.

I order. She hands me a pair of the most virginal white panties I’d ever seen. Staring at her, I bring them to my nose and inhale deeply. I just do it to see her blush, but it has a violent effect on me. My softening cock hardens again and Knox comes surging to the surface. “Mate,” he pants. I ball the panties up and shove them into my pocket. Kaiya bites into her lip while she stares at me. “What are you doing?”

He sat at the edge of the bed and watched me with an intense gaze. I hesitated, thinking if I was doing the right thing. But then his eyes looked like they couldn’t take my pain away. Not with the way my panties are already soaked from just the way he looks at me. From the way his voice echoed in my ears and moved through my body. From the pull that wants to make me jump on him. I zipped down my dress, letting it pull beneath me and I remained only in my panties that cleaved to my pussy lips like a second skin. My trembling hands grabbed the band of my panties and dragged it between my thighs.

"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.