Pantie Peel Novels & Stories

“There. Are you happy?” He shrugged. “I’m neither happy nor unhappy. You still haven’t stripped. Now, take those pants off. And, you might as well pull the panties down with them. That classifies as stripping, since you seem to be having such a hard time with the term.” She bit down on a scream as she reached for the buttons on her pants. Pompous. Cocky. Son-of-a…. She slid her pants down her legs, kicking them off as the evening breeze caressed her exposed flesh. She didn’t even stand up as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs as well. When both pieces of clothing were resting with her shirt and bra, she stood back up, her hands on her hips as

And it contains a cloth… and when I raised it, it was a set of lingerie… Dress that you can see everything, not hiding anything… bra and T-back panty and another special panty. “It works like this girl.” Auntie Bell got the panty, then she showed me how to use it, during sex that… “You can just put yours here Jeoff… then there, you’re ready to go! Ahahahaha.” Her laughter echoes inside the room. “Auntie Bell, you are really making me feel embarrassed. Lily, I can’t almost believe that she is my aunt.”

Slowly, he lowered the zipper, his fingers grazing over her hips as he slid the denim down her legs. Penelope stepped out of the jeans, standing before Liam in just her panties. Liam's gaze traveled up her body, taking in every inch of her as he reached around to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Finally, Liam hooked his fingers into the waistband of Penelope's panties, pulling them down her legs and tossing them aside. Penelope stood before him, completely naked and vulnerable. Liam couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence as he gazed upon her, his desire for her growing stronger with each passing moment.

Fear of that dreaded panty line, even with a thong or G-string, it still shows. Lying back and raising my hips enough for Greg to roll them past my ass before I lower them as he tortures himself peeling these jeans off my legs. It doesn’t take him too long to realize about me being out in public commando without his knowledge. “Holy shit, sweet cheeks, please tell me you didn’t go out without any panties and stood there watching me with my coach and my manager without my say so. Because fuck you are a sex goddess looking the way you do right now.”

He nodded to himself and went back to stripping me. I lifted my hips, allowing him to pull down my draped high-low skirt along with my panties after loosening the pearl belt. He pulled everything down my legs and tossed it aside. I watched my underwear separate from my skirt, deciding to fly solo. It landed on the head of the other chair, visible for anyone to see if they walked in. That would be embarrassing.

Both men agreed the panties fit me nicely, but they also agreed that I looked far better without them. I reached for my jeans and both men groaned at the same time. I stopped and said, "Grandpa you are the one who said I needed this stuff, so here goes. I stepped into the legs of my new Wrangler jeans and pulled them up to mid-thigh before I had to do the "girl shimmy" which was normal to get them up over my ass. The top of my panties showed above the waist of my pants, so I reached inside and pulled down on them a little so only the elastic waist band of my panties showed. Snake offered to put my belt buckle on my belt, so I stood there with grandpa working on my boots and snake on my belt,

Because with him, maybe she was finally safe. She rolled the condom on then leaned in, kissing him just as deeply before. "These need to go," he growled and grabbed her panties at the hip. She opened her mouth to mention how stretchy they were, but her words dried up on her tongue at the sudden ripping sound. "There." He sounded so satisfied. For a second she stared at the now ruined panties. He'd ripped them up one side. Ripped. These were the no seams, expensive, panty-line-less kind. And he just ripped it to bits like it was nothing, then flicked the fabric out of the way.

He smirks when he sees my black lace panties and brings his nose to my crotch. He takes a whiff of my panties and his fingers wrap around the lace. With one brutal yank, Sir Oliver rips the delicate fabric in two, shredding it like paper in his hand. I gasp at the sudden exposure, my body shaking from the thrill of it all. I'm soaking wet. The ruined panties flutter to the ground like fallen petals. My bare flesh meets Sir Oliver's starving gaze. And yes, I'm smoothly shaved this time. Call me crazy but I've been shaving everyday since that night. And I've taken an interest in wearing panties more often.

He whispered slowly to her ear. He lifted her skirt, exposing her bottom and he daringly pulled down the waistband of her panties. In mere seconds, Niel managed to help her panties escape her slender legs successfully. Then he didn't wait long to unhook his pants and lowered down the zip. His pants got loose and went down half of his legs. He pulled down his boxer brief as well and his erection finally been exposed without a cover.

The triangle ran down and disappeared into the crack of her ass. My dick was throbbing by this point. I could remember feeling sensations of almost reaching an orgasm just from the friction of my rock hard shaft against my pants. "So show me!" Ms. P demanded sliding her panties down her hips then letting them fall to the floor. " Yea, your cocks boys! I want to see those hard dicks". We bashfully undid out buttons and zippers. Slowly pulled our pants down about halfway to our knees. I couldn't help but notice the impressive size of Jake's meat stick as it came flying up from his jeans once they were down far enough to the monster free. I swear i felt my own dick smack my stomach as it bounce