Pantie Peel Novels & Stories

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.

IRIS My thighs tremble as I step out of the pants, my body completely bare now except for that final scrap of lace, the smooth plane of my stomach leading down to the trimmed patch of curls above my slit. I slide my panties down inch by inch, the air hitting my exposed pussy with a cool rush that makes my inner walls clench. My clit throbs under the weight of his attention, arousal slicking my folds as the lace finally hits the floor.

I had those four windows open at the same time, stroking my hard cock as I watched them strip for me. Colleen stripped down to just her panties. She stood in front of her bedroom mirror, massaging her breasts. I could see the action more clearly in the camera behind her. It caught her reflection in the mirror as well as displaying her shapely ass in those thong panties. She even reached down and rubbed her pussy through the front of her panties for a couple of seconds. She opened a drawer and pulled out an oversized t-shirt, pulling it on over her head.

“Roll up. Your skirt.” I worry my bottom lip with my teeth as I trail my hands down my hips. Finding the base of my pencil skirt mid-though, I slowly start to tug it up, up, up, until it’s right below the apex of my thighs. “Keep going,” Miles says, his eyes on the prize. “Show me those panties I dream about.” At his command, I continue lifting my skirt until finally stopping at my waist. Miles licks his lips. “Gods, you have to let me have this pair.”

I then pull another part of the present out of the box and have her stand. Bending back over, I instruct her, “Lift your foot, baby,” obeying, I slip her foot through the hole and then order her to do the same with the other foot, and then drag the material all the way up, “There, perfect fit!” I say as I stand back and admire the lace panties that now adorn her beautiful body, “Oh, I can’t forget this!” Holding up the little clit stimulator for inside the panties, I enjoy watching her facials expressions, trying to figure out exactly what it is.

she shot back with confidence. She freed her hold on my cock and undid the button of her jeans. In one smart move, she slipped her jeans off, revealing a pair of red G-string. I held my breath for some seconds, my cock becoming wat harder than before. “Is that a dare?” I grinned in anticipation. Piper smirked, pulling her panties down slowly, revealing a neatly shaven pussy. “I'm gonna make you cum sonhard, you won't forget this pussy for years to come.”

I did, and she would be one by the time I was done with her. She shoved off her yoga, pants exposing a matching pair of cream-hued panties. They were so delicious, the front soaked with her excitement. I couldn't wait for her to show off her thick bush. I just knew her black curls would be dripping with pussy cream. She folded her yoga pants just as carefully as her blouse, setting them on those garments. Then she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties. She pushed those off, the fabric rolling as it slid over her curving rump and lush thighs.