Pantie Peel Novels & Stories

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.

"You look mighty fine trussed up like this, Miss Manroe." Standing in front of me again, he hooks his fingers into my panties, and at a most unhurried pace, peels them down my legs, stripping me agonizingly slowly, so that he ends up kneeling in front of me. Not taking his eyes off mine, he scrunches my panties in his hand, holds them up to his nose, and inhales deeply. Oh my!. Did he just do that? He grins wickedly at me and tucks them into the pocket of his jeans.

She would let a guy piss on her for four grand? "I can do three," Myles negotiated. "Done," she agreed and unhooked her bra, removing it to reveal her big rounded breasts. Oh, damn it. I threw in the towel, giving up. She would let him pee on her for less. I saw Myles level his gaze on her boobs, and he looked like he really wanted to grope them. Then she slipped out of her panties, revealing a nice pussy, that had a unique look to it. It had a stud piercing with a tattooed flower drawn over her vulva.

"Kneel before her, pull off her jeans and panties, and rub that vibrator against her cunt." "Yes, that's a great idea," Mrs. Holiday said. The busty mommy slid off the couch and knelt before the rightmost twin. "You're going to love this so much, Riley," she moaned. "Let's get those jeans and panties off." I grinned and watched as the quivering Riley stared down at her mother. Mrs. Holiday unsnapped the fastener of the girl's jeans. Then the naughty mommy drew those denim pants down her daughter's lush thighs. Riley was wearing a pair of pink panties with a cute bow on the front.

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.

"Now the skirt." She sighed again, pulled down the zip on her hip and then pushed her skirt to her ankles. I was greeted by the sight of white panties. She stepped out her skirt, bent over to pick it up and then folded it over her shirt. I asked her to do a slow spin. She complied and as she faced the other way, I noticed her underwear was tightly stretched across her entire ass. Granny panties. I shook my head. I should've known. I sighed.

he growled after paying. “You forgot something” we turned to see Pierre; the poor man was carrying all the bags “The underwear is missing.” "Ah, fuck,” Alex groaned, squeezing my hand even more. Pierre started laughing as he guided us to "La perla", the most beautiful underwear store I had ever seen. “Don't these people know what cotton is?” mumbled Alex annoyed “These clothes are transparent allover” "Hey, Abbie, check this out." I looked confused at the diaphanous "cloth” that Pierre was showing me, just a triangle of black cloth held by three strips.

It was a flare dress that covered more than half of her thighs, but now it was flipped open so her thighs were completely exposed. It was enough to make her feel vulnerable, but maybe the man who gave her that kind of feeling didn't think that the sight he was seeing was enough, and that was why he pulled down her panties. Instead of covering her private area, her panties were now on her thighs, but that clearly violated the underwear's true purpose.