Messy Panties Novels & Stories

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.

embarrassing. And based on what she was seeing, almost all of these underwears barely had any space to hold her ass much less down there. The panties were literally a little piece of string! And the few that looked pretty decent when compared to the others, were the ones that Damon blatantly chose to ignore.

He took out the designer bag and open it up, it contained two new bras and two panties both of Victoria's secret brand. Jason smiled when he noticed the panties had a cut at the pussy area, so that's what ladies call it, honeymoon panties, he laughed. He took the designer pack and brought it out, "Here you go " He said smiling. "Thanks" He noticed she sighed. Yeah, no doubt her grannies panties was the reason she had not wanted him to get her undies for her. "Excuse me" She turned to leave, but then moaned loudly in pains as she took one step.

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,

“Whose fucking panties are these in our bathroom? Tell me right now which one of your dirty little side bitches you brought into my house and left her shit behind!” Peter sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. He picked up the panties with two fingers and stared at them for a second. “Girl, don’t you dare wake me up for some bullshit like this again. I didn’t bring anybody over. Those are probably yours. Stop looking for trouble where there is none.”

I chuckled. She sighed sexily, "nah, I'm too tired. I'll clean it up tomorrow." She then stood up, set the device back on the table and slipped her satin, mint green robe on. She left it open, fulfilling my hope. She then picked up her bra and then her panties off the floor. "They're ruined," she said, holding the panties out to the camera, pointing the sodden gusset right toward me. She smiled and took a deep sniff of her pussy scent. "No way I can put these filthy panties back on," she smiled. "No complaint here."

I might need some new lingerie. PrinceCharming: That's more like it. I'll get you whatever you need baby girl. I'll buy the set but honestly, I'm just going to rip each thong, boyshort, whatever cut of underwear off of you. LonelyGirl: I wouldn't want to waste your money like that! PrinceCharming: Trust me, it's not a waste. It's a fucking wet dream of mine. Are those wet panties gone? LonelyGirl: In the trash. unsalvageable. Only my bra left, the fabric is lacy and feels so good against my nipples. I swear everyone in the office could see how hard they were.

I whispered under my breath, grabbing the counter for balance. I wiped myself with shaking hands, but it was useless. I was still wet. Still leaking. My inner thighs were glossy. My scent filled the room like heat. Damon. His name pulsed through my chest again. I bent quickly, grabbed the ruined panties from the floor, stared at the soaked fabric for a second, then shoved them into the trash like they were evidence. Another knock. Louder this time. “You dead in there or just drowning in your own cum?” one of the girls laughed from outside.

Alina pov I knelt patiently outside his office door, sitting back on my heels, wearing nothing but the delicate red lace panties I had bought just for him. The waiting was torture. The air smelt like the thick scent of arousal. Mr Parker ordered yesterday not to wash my pussy. The dried remains of my cum still clung on my skin, making it unbearable to control my desire. I had worn the same panties all night, touching myself again and again thinking about his long hard dick, that was going to get buried deep inside me.

"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)