Pantat Item Novels & Stories

I tried hard not to make a sound. My trouser was unbuttoned next. He gently pulled my zipper down. Then he dragged it off along with my underwear in one slow drag, his eyes on mine the whole time. For the first time in a really long time, I was damn proud of my choice of panties. Unlike my boring thongs, today I wore a sultry pink net pant that barely covered my entire butt cheek.

Pang stared intently at Vin trying to intimidate him but Vin just raised his brows with a determined look on his face, he's not sucking Pang's dick. Pang sighed knowing that Vin wouldn't budge. Pang suddenly grabbed the pants that he took off earlier and pulled something out of his pocket, it was a pack of a condom and a lubricant, I don't know why he is carrying a condom and a lubricant on his pocket but I think he always has it in his pocket for obvious reasons. He threw the sachet of lubricant at Vin who immediately caught it. "Loosen your asshole, I won't treat you like a woman when I fuck you," Pang said in a husky voice as he opened the pack of condom he was holding.

She started strapping a flexible device around his left ankle, and she stretched the leg up and down with the elastic band. Mateo stopped her, his eyes still peeled to mine, he took out my peach panty from his shirt pocket and handed it to her, “ use this instead” he grinned. I shook my head in disgust as the confused PT took the panty from him. “But sir, this won't do the work it…” “Make it work, it worked just fine for Alessio, it should work just fine beneath my feet” he replied. I watched her take off the elastic band and strap the peach panty to his ankle.

I smelled the panty and sucked the same from outside. Then I tried to open her panty. But she pulled me from bottom and she started removing my shirt and pant and my brief in no time. She was wondered by seeing my 7" lund in front of her. She just shown some hesitation to touch the same. I signaled her that do what ever you wanted. She kept my lund in her mouth directly. And try to take the pre juice.

Anders stood, pulling at the button of his pants. “Wait. I want to do that.” I stated, sitting up. Although I felt like I was about to fall back over, I wanted this. I wanted to enjoy every aspect of this. Taking the now open button of his pants, I pulled them down, allowing them to fall to the floor. Anders wore a pair of boxer briefs and they left nothing to the imagination. His penis was large and after a moment of shock, I took his underwear in my hands and pulled them down, allowing his penis to spring free.

he replied, nodding his head in an impressed manner. Antonio stood up and went straight to my wardrobe, then he brought out a sexy lace black panties and a matching bra. The bra and panties looked so slutty. "I want to see you in this" he said, raising the pant and bra up to me, urging me to take it from him. I took the bra and panties from him and started walking to the bathroom when Antonio stopped me. "Where are you going?" "To the bathroom" I replied. "To change? Do that here. I want to watch you wear them" he said.

“What are you working on?” Dampness is already spreading on the crotch of my panties. “Um…I’m studying for my fashion merchandising final.” Clement hums low in his throat and flips up my skirt, revealing the frilly, white panties he bought me, leaving them in my drawer without a conversation. Right alongside the cheetah print thong Nicholas bought for me to rile up Clement.

Vincenzo cut him off with a look, then turned the same look on me. “Valentino… do you want to cut your sweatpants open with that monster cock of yours?” I blinked. Didn’t get it at first. Then I looked down. My dick had shoved the waistband down so far the head was out, flushed dark and dripping a steady line of precum onto the grey fabric. The outline was obscene—thick, veined, straining like it was trying to tear free and hunt her down itself. Lorenzo barked a laugh so hard he nearly spilled his drink. “Holy shit—look at it! It’s got its own zip code!”

I frown at him, sure I must be hearing wrong, because that cannot be an actual word. “Did you just come up with that?” I ask sardonically. “Nope. It’s an actual thing. Panties for men. Designed to be comfortable and sexy," he says, running his thumb over the silk edge. "And very breathable." "You would actually wear that?" I’m already picturing him in it and I have no idea why it’s affecting me this way, but I’m overheating. "Under my jeans? Sure." He shrugs, holding the black lace up against his denim to check the contrast.

Short, lacy boy shorts with fabric only around the crotch and the rest of it was lace and the bra was all lacy through which my nîpples would poke out. Instead of ordering me to wear it like I expected, he held the lacy pànties in front of me and waited for me to put my legs through it. One by one, I slipped my legs in it and he pulled it up my legs and settled it around my waist. It sat snugly over my pûssy, keeping the little toy in its place.