Pantie Peel Novels & Stories

ELIANA I reach for the clip on the back of the skirt and unhook it, letting the skirt slide freely down my thighs. He lets out a deep growl, watching the skirt slide its way down and hits the floor with a soft rustle. A soft breeze hits my bare thighs and I feel exposed, his eyes stare at me, my thighs clenching at the weight of it. Taking my time, I reach for the waistband of my panties and slowly drag it down my hips and he growls at my action. Well, he wanted me to strip for him? Let me give him a little show.

Mommy loves the way you answer," she cooed. Jean wrinkled her brow, but inched the skirt up a little farther. The whole mound of her pussy was now exposed. A telltale damp spot was visible where the material disappeared between her legs. Rick reached down and stroked his rigid cock. "Push your panties down," he said. "Ricky, noooo," Jean said, but her eyes were fixed on his cock head. Her tongue moistened her lips. "Are you having trouble hearing me, Aunt jean?" "Oh, Ricky." Jean hooked her thumbs in the waist band and slid her panties down her legs. Her skirt descended as she lowered her hands. Finally the panties were below her knees and they fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them and

Julia whistled in admiration, "Lovely, you are beautiful. My turn now." Julia stood up and gracefully slipped off her blouse, exposing a delicate pink bra that made her look more beautiful. Linda and Kamala both gasped in awe at her figure. "You look stunning," Kamala exclaimed. Then, she noticed Julia going a step further: She began unbuttoning her jeans, eager to show her panties. Kamla and Linda gasped as Julia slowly peeled off her jeans, revealing a matching set of lacy pink panties that made her butt appear more prominent. Her panties did little to cover her womanhood while her pubic hair peeked out from the edges.

She said, Smiling At Me. She Stood Up And Pulled Her Skirt Up Almost To Her Hips. My Eyes Focused On Her Panties Under Her Tights. She Reached Under Her Skirt And Wiggled Her Tights Down, Revealing Her Tight White Cotton Panties To Me. She Pulled The Tights Down To Her Knees, Then Sat On The Bed And Pulled Them Off Her Calves And Feet, Leaving Her Legs Spread. She Stood Up And Pulled Her Skirt Back Down, Like Showing Her Legs And Panties To Her Friend’s Son Was No Big Deal. But She Was Grinning At Me.

Sweat-slick skin gleams in the light, my torso half-bared now, the undersides of my breasts visible under the baggy t-shirt still clinging. I kicked at the pajama pants next, starting with the thick flannel outer pair. The drawstring unties in a rough pull, and I shove them down my legs, stepping out aggressively, nearly stumbling in my haste. The jersey lounge pants followed, yanked to my ankles and flung aside with a foot. The cotton sleep shorts slide off just as fast, my thighs quivering from the exertion. The innermost silky pants come last for the bottoms, peeled down in a swift motion that exposes my panties. Lucien gulps visibly, his darkening even more than possible.

“I have to get ready.” I rake my eyes over her body again, and they linger on the black panties. “I am not sure these are the right panties for that dress,” I smirk. Elizabeth looks down at her body curiously. “I don’t understand.” Dropping to my knees before her, I hook my hands in the waistband of her panties and pull them down slowly. I look up into her eyes as I slip them off her body. She takes in a sharp breath as she steps out of the panties. I slide them into my back pocket before getting back to my feet.

I wanted to devour her quickly, but no, I learnt patience. She was putting on a pair of pants, one that was not tight on her leg. It was big, like a palazzo, and just then, “Take it off,” I pointed at it. She understood the assignment like a brilliant student. Even when her face was rigid, as if she didn’t want to do it. She did it slowly, reluctantly. And she dropped it over her shirt and suit. Right now, I could see her flower-designed blue panties. Looked typically girlish. Around her shaved pubic area, there was a round, wide hole in the panties, which made it look so beautiful.

“No, I won't. I just want to touch it. Is that okay?” “Of course you can.” Claire walked over to the mannequin. She felt the fine nightgown with her fingers. The material was very smooth in her hands. It made Claire smile slightly. Then Claire tried to lift the mannequin's skirt up. Her eyes widened as soon as she saw the appearance of the panties hidden under the nightgown. “Why do those panties have a hole in the middle?” Claire squealed. Shocked.

She closed her eyes tightly, not knowing that her white cheeks were gradually turning pink, she reached out and gently pulled down her pants. Peter was holding back his laughter at her adorable reaction: "Don't forget my panties." Actually, he could still do it with one hand, but he wanted to take the opportunity to tease and coax her a little. Mia continued to close her eyes tightly and then pulled down her panties. It wasn't until she stood up and opened her eyes, seeing Peter trying to hold back her laughter, that she knew he was teasing her, she shyly said: "You really are a delinquent." Then she ran out.

I lifted my hips, and my shorts came off, but not my panties. I blushed, realizing which panties I was wearing. They were so silly -- plain white but with the Rolling Stones mouth and tongue logo right above my pussy, looking ready to eat me out. They were a gift from one of my more raunchy friends, custom made for the whole track team. Jon smirked at them. "Cute. I didn't know they made panties like that." "You can get almost anything made online, apparently." "Are those... an invitation?" he asked.