Novel & Cerita Pantie Peel

Turn around and bend over—show me that ass while you peel them off. I turned, cheeks flaming, and hooked my thumbs into the waistband. Bending at the waist, I pushed the fabric down my thighs, the motion spreading my cheeks slightly under my panties. The shorts pooled at my ankles, and I stepped out, kicking them away. His breathing grew heavier behind me. 'Panties too. I want to see if that pussy's as wet as I imagine from your pics.'

Until I find bare skin. Her smooth legs are right in front of me. Tone and thin, a hint of a tan, but still pretty fair-skinned. She lays on her back, her legs comfortably spread a foot or two apart. Oh god she’s only wearing panties. The same style as the ones in the laundry room, only a pale lavender color. Low cut, a standard comfy style, elastic strap at the top. I can tell how thick her hips are. She hides it well at work, always in a slimming business skirt. But she’s nice a curvy.

My eyes are glued to her breasts, full and flushed, nipples already hard, begging for my mouth, my hands—both. I slide my palm over one, dragging my thumb across the peak. She gasps, hips rocking down reflexively. I grip her tighter with one arm and tug her panties down with the other. I get them just past her ass and she lifts her hips, giving me access to tear them the rest of the way off. Once they’re gone, she reaches between us and tugs at my waistband. I lift my hips, just enough, and she peels my sweatpants down. They catch around my thighs for a second, stretched tight by the size of my erection, but she keeps going. She drags them past my knees, then off completely, tossing them som

I question him. He flips me onto my back and hovers over me momentarily. “You want to play first, then go check things out?” He confirms. “Exactly.” I agree. He kisses me deeply and allows his fingers to explore my body. “What in the world?” He asks, sitting up promptly and looking at the missing material from my panties. “These came with an opening just for me?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. “They sure did. They are called crotchless panties.” I state. “I am going to explore these.” He declares and then does until he tires of them and rips them from my body.

Who would have thought steel-capped boots would be a turn-on? .... Love that hat.... As she bends, I'm tugging at her belt, pulling her jeans around her knees. I take a moment to enjoy the sight of her pink, white-cotton-panty be-clad derriere, then the panties follow, to dangle by her knees also.... It's certainly not rape. She's grinning from ear to ear, but it has a frisson of Not Allowed about it… "Ah, that's a fine sight. Love the boots."

"You could still pass for Sarah's sister, you know." Jill snorted. "Pull the other one." She gazed at him for a long moment, then reached to the waistband of her shorts, loosening the snap, lowering the zip, stepping clear as they fell. Her panties were a wisp of lace and she ripped them off, discarding the ruins. "Right here, Jack, now," she whispered.

She groaned, "I've never done that. I'd let you. Take them off, please." My fingers slipped under the elastic, next to her warm skin. I pulled the panty down. Molly moved one leg between mine so I could slide my daughter's underwear down her long muscular legs. The waistband went lower, uncovering the top of her pubic hair. Lower, lower, now the waistband was below her apex, but the fabric was still tight in her sex. I pulled a little, and it came free, a tail of girl cum staying connected for another second. Molly stepped out of her panties. "Would you like them as a souvenir?"

"Now the pants and panties, Iris." With a nervous smile, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic band of her stretch pants and pulled them down her legs, revealing a pretty pink thong, covering a small tuft of light colored hair above her slit. Once she had stepped out of her pants, she repeated the process for her panties.

I tugged at the hem. "Why don't you take these off?" I suggested. I slowly reached for the waistband of her cut-off jean shorts. Kylie didn't stop me. I reached over with my other hand to hold the fabric while I pulled her zipper down a little father than it already was. I began to peel the fabric off of her. She lifted her butt up to make things easier as I pulled them all the way off along with her panties and dropped them to the floor. I reached for her and grabbed her by the waist. I picked her up like she weighed nothing and settled her across the bed with both legs on either side of me.

Her hips rise to meet my touch, my fingers hooked under the rim, and slowly, I start to tug them down. Her breathing heavies, breathing in a shyed breath. A low growl escapes me, feeling how sticky wet heat of her panties holds to her. I move back a little, tugging them down her legs and taking a screenshot in my head when I slowly peel them away from her slick little pussy. Aurora is silent, watching me pull the white lacy panties down her leg, tugging them free of her bare feet and bringing them to my face. “I'm keeping these.” I tell her.