Messy Panties Novels & Stories

Her shirt was wrinkled and stayed wrinkled despite her attempts to smooth it out. Meanwhile, I pulled up my pants, tucking myself away. I wished I had my shirt, but it was back in my own office. Nearby was a cleaning rag that a housekeeper must have forgotten. I grabbed it now and lightly cleaned off the mess we had made, before pocketing the rag and Amelia’s ruined panties. The room still smelled like sex. There was no helping that.

Nesting inside them were a pair of white panties. Annie had dropped onto her haunches and looked on as her hand reached down for them; as her thumb and forefinger fondled the soiled gusset. Squatting over the open jeans she pictured Michele standing over her, the statuesque brunette with her feet spread and ass raised. She'd pictured her smooth tan skin, her bulging muscles taught and flexing. Annie pinched hard at the dried stain, grinding her thumb into it, before raising it to her mouth. ...