Pantie Peel Novels & Stories

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.

Next she went through her drawers trying to decide on what pants she wanted to go with the top. Then she spotted the perfect jeans, she hadn't worn these in a long time. She had to take her panties off to wear these though; they were that tight and low cut. She slipped her panties off and poured herself into the tight jeans. When she zipped them up and buttoned the top, she turned to the mirror to see the effect.

My body feels like it’s on fire with lust as I grab his face and crash my lips against his. Peelle lets out a growl as his hands slip underneath my gown and we move apart so he can throw it off of me. He groans as he sees that the only thing, I was wearing was panties underneath. He drops to his knees and nips at my hip as he says, “Goddess, Eda, what are you doing to me?” I let out a breathy laugh as he quickly takes his shirt off before snatching my panties down. I gasp as the cold air hits my pussy. Peelle stares right at it making me feel subconscious. His hands trail up my legs before he moves a single finger over my slit.

She unfastened her jeans with tantalizing slowness, seeming to lower the zipper a notch at a time. Her panties showed at last. They were skimpy bikinis, slung so low that a fringe of pussy hair showed above the elastic. Manuela shook her hips and the jeans fell all the way down her legs and she stepped out of them, completely naked, except for her tight panties. The sheer fabric of those panties hugged Manuela's crotch so snugly that the outline of her cunt was beautifully obvious. She rubbed herself through the clinging yellow nylon until it was darkened by a spreading stain of her pussy juice.

Her breasts sat there, looking incredible. She stood in front of him and pulled at her dress. He watched it fall down to the floor so that she was standing in nothing but her panties. They were black with see-through patches that gave him a hint of what lay within. He reached out and took hold of her ass, pulling her to him, wanting to get at her pussy. But as he got her panties close to his face, she pulled back.

Chris says, "I was still curious why you looked big when dressed, but when undressed, you're pretty flat. Turns out, you wear Spanx." Paige, angry and embarrassed, retorted, "I do not!!! I definitely don't wear Spanx. My underwear is all normal, thank you very much."

He leans over me, sliding the straps of my panties down, “I think I'm jealous.” My heart pounds so hard, I'm sure it misses the next beat. Julian pulls my panties tight, ripping the thin cloth so easily that it makes me gasp. “Your panties are so flimsy... maybe you should stop wearing them when you're around me.” He pulls me to the edge again, leaving me with my legs open wide and ready to receive him. With his hands spreading the insides of my thighs, Julian reveals the erection that's so hard that veins pop out.

Ethan clenched his jaw tight as he waited for her answer. "Positive," she replied as she unbuttoned her pants. She laid back and pushed them down over her hips then their hands tangled with hers as they helped her to remove them. Hooking her fingers through the sides of her panties, she watched them swallow hard as she took care of those as well.

His eyes wandered hungrily over my exposed chest as he fumbled with the buttons on my pants. Getting the buttons free, he pulled them down my legs and helped me out of them. The fabric was kicked away as he shucked off his own pants. The only fabric that kept us from completely touching each other, where my panties. His final destination in mind, he looped his fingers around my thin fabric and ripped them off. The ripping echoed in the room amd I gasped as the fabric now lay in shred on the floor.

She was always complaining, slowing everyone down. Jack, on the other hand, seemed to have endless patience and indulgence for her. "Alright. Let's see what's so heavy." He stopped the group, knelt, and opened Dakota's backpack himself. In front of everyone, she carefully pulled out her precious belongings, as if presenting a prized collection. There was a full set of luxury travel-sized skincare, a nearly unused oversized power bank, chips in every flavor, jelly, sour belts… and a heavy jar of peanut butter.