Pantie Peel Novels & Stories

I smiled. "And these," she said reaching behind to unclip her bra, and then dropping it off her spectacular tits. I smiled wider and nodded. "And this," she said, slipping her skirt down over her hips revealing a cute pair of pink panties. "And beautiful they all are," I finally responded. "But not this," she said finally as her underwear met the pavers.

It had everything to do with the swollen pink kitty between her thighs. Beau bent at the waist, and I almost swallowed my tongue. Right at the back, at the center of her skirt, there was a split that was high enough to give me a subtle peek at her panties beneath. Lace. Purple. Cheekies. "Stand up," left me on a pained grunt, the sound near animalistic and she bolted upright. Even standing straight and with her back to me, she was a temptress in this black little number. It molded over every delicate curve of her frame. "Walk back over to me."

It was a pure command, heavy with authority and pent-up desire. Cleia didn’t hesitate. She started with the buttons of her blouse, undoing them one by one with still-trembling hands. The fabric slid off her shoulders, revealing her heavy, firm breasts and her pink nipples, already hard as pebbles. The skirt came next: zipper undone, the fabric sliding over her wide hips and thick thighs until it pooled on the floor. Finally, the thin black lace panties — the only ones he allowed her to wear lately. She pulled them down, exposing her completely smooth pussy, the lips swollen and glistening with arousal.

Pulling her panties to the side, as his finger slides deeper into her. He quickly feels her dripping off his knuckles. She gasps as he grabs the front of her panties in his fist and rips them right off of her. The thin sheer material easily shredding as he pulls. He needs to see more of her, lifting her dress over her head, revealing more of her supple pussy lips. As the dress drops to the floor, he ogles at the sight of her beautiful large areola’s, his eyes cannot hide his approval as he glances over her sexy body. Feeling his lust building within.

I pull it out of my black corporate skirt, roll it up my waist till it’s over my back dermal piercings, and knot it in front, right above my navel with a dangling silver piercing. For my skirt, I take it off and settle for a short, way too short, and above-the-knee one. My favorite. The one I wear and roleplay fucking my boss while my pillow suffers my madness. The back slit isn't safe either, it runs up my thighs and barely stops below my butt. If I bend too much, I’ll give you a grand show of my panties, and the sweet cupcake squashed underneath… And trust Mr. Russo to keep dropping items. This time, I’ll be generous enough to be his personal maid.

"Down. Now. You're wasting our precious time." They pushed me onto the wet grass, kicking my legs open, my dress pulling up. "Push your panties to your ankles. We wanna see that famous cunt." I dragged the thin fabric off my waist, down my knees and to my ankles, trailing my legs. My bare cunt lips was soaked, clit sticking out long and swollen like it always does when I was worked up. Slowly spreading my knees, panties hanging uselessly, keeping me in check, exposing everything for their eyes. "Fuuuckkkk...."Connor whistled. "Look at that fat wet gash. Clit's already begging for attention."

Never. Kneeling, he unsnapped her pants, dipped his fingers in the waistband, and skimmed both her panties and the jeans down her legs. Without a word, she stepped out of them. Her arms trembled and her hands fisted as if fighting instinct to cover herself. And still, her eyes didn't open.

My cock pulses against my tongue, my balls already drawing up tight, heavy with the promise of what is to come. Catalina steps out of the joggers, her fingers immediately going to the elastic of her panties, black lace, barely there, the kind that clung to her like a second skin. She didn’t rush. Oh no, she teased, dragging the fabric down her hips with agonizing slowness, her ass flexing as she bent just enough to let the panties slide the rest of the way to the floor.

"If I show you, will you lick me down there?" I replied, "It would be an extreme pleasure." I sat there in awe as Greta took off her jeans and her shoes, leaving her in a pair of brief panties. The panties covered more of her that her bathing suit had. I took another photo of her and she went into a couple of poses for me. Then, she pulled her panties down and revealed her nice landing-strip bush and the slit of her vagina. The panties fell to the floor and she stepped out of them.

He bunched my skirt upward as the protest fell apart in my mouth, unconvincing even to me. Especially when my hips lifted to make it easier for him to slide the skirt past it. Soon, it gathered at my waist, my legs wide apart and Gavin eye level with the last thing standing between us. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my red lace thong. "Such pretty panties. I hope they’re not your favourite.” Then he ripped it.