Panties Stories Novels & Stories

Resisting the urge to press his face into the deep cleavage between the fantastic ass-cheeks of his buddy's girlfriend, Bobby slid the panties down her legs and she stepped out of them. "You don't mind if he keeps those as a trophy, do you?" Paula asked Danni. "I'm sure he'll dream of you while he holds them up under his nose and jerks off. He already has two pair of mine." "Not at all!" Danni answered. "That's so nasty it's hot!" Bobby stood up and as he stepped back to stand next to Jerry, he inhaled deeply of the panties in his hand as he stroked his dick. Jerry leaned over, and said quietly, "You're gonna share Paula's, right?"

Stop being a baby… take a look, "Vivie said cheerfully and picked up a small little panty. Alexis averted her eyes not wanting to look at it "Vivie no… this is insane"Alexis couldn't even look at the abomination. It was too embarrassing "For goodness's sake, this is lingerie okay.. for the night"Vivienne whispered mischievously and shoved the small panties in her face. This wasn't happening "Come on… I can't okay… this… this isn't right" Alexis shook her head. Vivienne didn't stop but giggled and took out more lingerie. To Alexis's surprise. The woman seemed to have bought the entire store

I'd already had my share of disappointments in life. I went home with her panties burning a hole in my pocket, and when I got there, I realized it wasn't just one pair - it was two. I'd put Ana's panties in my pocket when I took them off and didn't give them back. God, these panties! What had gotten into me? I already had one that I should have returned, but I couldn't resist taking the other one too, even if unconsciously, as a reminder of the incredible night she'd given me - one that wouldn't happen again. A pair of tiny panties in garish colors, one lime green and the other red. I had to be having some kind of psychiatric issue to be turning into a panty thief. This had to be some sort o

Ano kaya ang issue ng babae na'to at pati panty ng iba ay inaalam. "Change it. Wear this instead, lace panty. More hot and alluring." "What the hell? Why do I need to be alluring Abbigail?" "Girl baka mamaya mag go beyond the line kayo ede para hindi naman masira yung moment." Umawang ang bibig ko at binato ko pabalik sakaniya ang panty. "Ang dumi ng isip mo! Ikaw sex agad ang naisip mo 'wag na lang kaya akong sumama."

“I don’t mean to sound like I’m feeling sorry for myself. I don’t. I’m just honest. I know what I’m about.” “You are honest, but you don’t know what you’re about. Remember when we went into the lingerie store, and I tried to get you to buy some things?” “Yeah. I don’t have any use for lingerie. I don’t wear the stuff I have at home,” Patty said. “All I needed was pantyhose.” “Well, I went back to the shop yesterday and bought some things for you. I got them in my suitcase.” “Jackie!” “I don’t want to hear it,” Jackie stated. “Even if no one sees them, you’ll know you have them on. The right things can boast a woman’s confidence; it changes a way a woman presents herself.”

As I need to see those beautiful long legs of hers so badly. And when she hung those panties up, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. God, I was so fucking hard, my pants felt so tight around my hard dick literally causing me pain. My dick screaming out to be freed from my pants. And she enjoyed every single second of her game. It was written all over her beautiful face.

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.

But I had a surprise for them tonight, and I was excited to show it. I was wearing one of the lingerie sets I had made. It was sheer dark blue, with a top that covered my large breasts, but the middle part was split, showing my stomach and the lace panties underneath. Yes, lace panties—something the seamstresses made for the first time, and they did an amazing job. They were just shy about it because it was kind of a semi-thong, which seemed vulgar to them. But hey, it’s also a great way to please our male partners, right? Very effective! I also gave a set to Natisa and Selam, who blushed like crazy when they saw them. I even gave them instructions on how to wear it. I mean, come on, the Tar

Don't get it wrong. Sometimes stereotypes were spot on correct and sometimes they weren't. This was again, another case in Brianna Samuels. She wasn't one of those bitches that everyone knew about because of stereotypes, that lived for gossip and brought people down just so they felt better about themselves. Okay, well Brianna did live for gossip, but mostly the harmless type of gossip and she definitely did not live to step on people. The type of gossip she lived for would basically be classified as petty theft in contrast to murder. Basically who dated who and who's hot and whatnot.

By the time Emily exits the dressing room, my arms are overloaded. “What are you doing?” she asks, coming to stand beside me. “Stocking up, sweetheart” I say raising my arms full of panties. “How many pairs of panties do you have?” I see her eyes widen as she riffles through what I’m holding. “Not enough yet” is my reply. She lets out the sweetest laugh. I fucking love that sound. I would do anything to hear her laugh often. “You do realise this is a high-end boutique? These garments don’t come cheap”