Look At My Panties Novels & Stories

Consumed with the idea of breaking his limit, I sit back, spread my legs wide enough for my iPad to fit in, and take a picture of my soaked panties. The shutter sound makes me look at myself, eyes dark, narrow… screaming wild things he dare not say. It's my turn to play the fool. I ignore him and zoom in on the photo. Blue panties soaked to filth you can literally see it dropping. And what’s more interesting is my soft folds beating against it, you can trace your fingers around the rough areas that form a knot against my panties. It's so fucking good… I gulp dryly, knowing that my next step may consume us.

I spread my legs wide, my eyes fixed on him as I pushed my panties aside. Let's see how long you can hold back watching me like this.

I command, my voice staying soft and quiet, belying the turmoil inside me. When she turns, I can see her plump, perfect ass, and I nearly shoot my load in my pants. All I can see is the little string sliding up between her ass cheeks and around her narrow hips. “Take off your panties,” I say and she reaches up quickly to pull them off. “Slowly,” I bark. “And keep your legs straight. I want to see you bent over.” She begins to slowly bend over, arching her back as she pulls her panties pulled down, leaving me a view of her pretty little pussy lips, already glistening with her desire. She’s not a Niagara Falls level yet, but she will be when I’m done.

She paused for a moment reaching into her panties Jenna pushed the gusset of her panties downward and away from her pussy before putting her thumbs back in the tiny waistband of her panties and pushing them down. Once gravity gripped the panties and pulled them the rest of the way down Jenna's legs she stood up straight and stepped out of one leg hole while hooking her toe in the other leg hole and lifting the panties up so she didn't have to bend over. Jenna had practiced this move on many guys and knew with her one knee bent off to the side, her lovely bald pussy would open slightly giving Tony a better view of her. With her panties in her hand Jenna smiled at Tony and saw that his eyes we

As soon as he dismisses her, he turns his gaze back to me with a rogue manner and speaks with a mischievous smile. "Give me your panties." "What?" I'm perplexed by the request. Jonathan is really crazy. But I'm going to love discovering this side of him. "I'm going out without panties, Jonathan?" I lean on Jonathan and start to remove my panties, obeying his order. The slit in the dress I'm wearing goes all the way up to my thighs. I'll have to walk carefully or maybe someone will realize there's nothing underneath. "You're crazy." "For you, yes."

"Down. Now. You're wasting our precious time." They pushed me onto the wet grass, kicking my legs open, my dress pulling up. "Push your panties to your ankles. We wanna see that famous cunt." I dragged the thin fabric off my waist, down my knees and to my ankles, trailing my legs. My bare cunt lips was soaked, clit sticking out long and swollen like it always does when I was worked up. Slowly spreading my knees, panties hanging uselessly, keeping me in check, exposing everything for their eyes. "Fuuuckkkk...."Connor whistled. "Look at that fat wet gash. Clit's already begging for attention."

I wasn’t trying to look hot, but formal and professional. “I…I came here for the interview, not to look hot.” I managed to say. “Then explain what you’re wearing. Your skirt.” He pointed to my skirt which looked even shorter than the way it was before. “I could see your panties when you bent to pick your pen, you…” “What?” My breath hitched. That can’t be. “Pink panties.” He smirked darkly and my core clenched. Did he see more than my panties? “But it didn’t cover up your butt cheeks, I saw that too.”

The humiliation was intoxicating, making me dizzy, making me wetter. "Now the panties. Turn around. Let me see that ass first." I turned around, my heart racing with a mix of nerves and anticipation. The crotch of my panties was soaked, clinging to my swollen lips. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and slowly peeled them down, turning them inside out, revealing the firm, pale globes of my ass. I bent over slightly to step out of them, knowing my hairy cunt was now in full view. I tossed them aside and turned to face him, completely naked.

Instead I pressed on. "And this," I said, pausing for dramatic effect, "is what a bride's panties look like." I slowly pulled my dress up to my chest. Jake's mouth dropped open. "Wow," he said. I looked down at Jake's pants. I recognised the big bulge I'd seen many times before. The sight of it made me feel woozy. "I love how they're sort of transparent," he said. The panties I wore were mostly white sheer material with a solid white patch covering my pussy.

“You can keep it on if you’d like, I have no interest in seeing you completely nude but lose the panties.” “I’m not wearing panties,” she deadpans. “They’re a hustle.” My gaze sweeps over her, wandering, curious—so imaginatively curious that my cock twitches at the possible sight. A familiar emotion slams into me so hard that my vision distorts for a moment. She was out there with Damien without panties, is that what they laughed about? The thought that anyone else has heard those words tonight or any other night makes me twitch with a sudden urge to decrease the population by whoever many it is that know this much.