Panty Shots Novels & Stories

Dante smiled and took the vibrating panties up, staring at it with a smirk. Elena looked up at it, the sight of it was already making her pussy throb. “What's is that for daddy?” “This? It's a vibrating panties and daddy is going to use it on you.” Elena felt her pussy moisten a bit more and she stared at it with anticipation. anything that would be filling her cunt up by Dante’s command surely turned her on. “I am eagerly waiting,” she whispered and his brows quick. He gave her a not-so-innocent smirk. Then his brows suddenly knitted into three lines, and his voice as raspy as ever.

She turned, looked at me, smiled and began to undress. “Oh my, I never expected this. You actually went out and found a man to fuck me instead of having me go out trolling for one? You must really want your cum fix pretty bad. That’s what you really want baby, isn’t it. You don’t care about watching me do you? What you really want is to suck his cum out of me when he is done. Well, let me see if I can’t get him to put a gallon of it in me. Go sit in your chair baby and watch me get you your cream pie.” Penny took the KY and coated the dildo and then she smiled at me as she held her pussy lips open with the fingers of her left hand while squirting KY into her cunt with her right.

I let my palm slide lower, cupping one breast through the lace, squeezing gently before tracing down my stomach, teasing the waistband of my panties. BigDaddy69: $5 – show us those tits DarkHorseX: $3 – finger yourself baby TipMaster420: $10 – grab a toy, let’s see you cum I arch my back a little, letting my fingers hook under the bra strap and slide it down one shoulder. “Patience, boys,” I tease, circling my navel with a fingertip. The tips are pathetic, another $7, $4 but the demands keep rolling in like they own me.

Specifically blow job scenes. You could say I watched a little too much p**n, and started to develop some odd fetishes. Ever since 7th grade I've been turned on by women's panties. I can still remember the girl who sat in front of me in science, Amelia. She always wore these silky smooth little panties, and they were constantly sticking out of her pants. So as the years went on, and I browsed all the panty p**n I could, my fetish began to change. Until one day when I was 17, it occurred to me, it would be an even bigger turn on to watch p**n while I was wearing panties. So I sneaked into my older sister’s room and raided her panty drawer. I took a nice silky pair, much like Amelia’s, and hur

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.”

Her sweet chuckle conquered my eyes, it echoed in the four corners of my office. “I became wet by just listening to you earlier. I was so wet I could feel it drooling down my legs so I decided to give you my panty. Do you like it?” Clenching my jaw, I brought it on my nose and smelled it. Fucking so good. This is the panty she was wearing, meaning to say she doesn’t wear any underwear right now. Fucking whore. I grabbed her arms and pinned her against the wall. “Do you really want me to punish you, hmm?”

I quickly throw my pant out of my body along with last piece of my cloth. She looked coyly at me when she saw me all naked showcasing my manhood in front of her. "It's your turn," I said as I reach out my hands towards her lower torso to get her out of her pajamas, followed by her panty. Her panty was all wet with her juices. I threw it out from her body as I adjust myself in between her legs. I insert my index finger inside her and she arched back roughly hitting her head against the pillow as she cried.

Matching crotchless panties that left nothing to the imagination Sheer black thigh-high stockings with garter belts, and a tiny pleated skirt so short it would barely cover my ass. The fabric was luxurious, the kind that would cling to every inch of my skin. Next to it, nestled in more wrapping: a huge realistic dildo. Thick, veiny, at least eight inches, with a heavy base and balls. It looked expensive too.. A couple of other toys and a small bottle of lube rolled out beside it. My mouth went dry. My cock jumped hard in my sweatpants. This was insane.

I run my hands over my curves, my fingers tracing the edge of my lace panties. “Now, it’s your turn” (You hurriedly unbuckle your belt letting your pants and boxers fall,immediately smashing your lips on your nipples and moving your hands down to clit and rubbing circles on my “moist kitty”)

That would be highly unhygienic, considering I’ll end up leaving them. That’s if I can convince him to stop all of this. “What do you think?” I turned to him. He gestured to the display. There were a variety of underwear, different styles and shapes. I cringed when I saw the white transparent panties, though it was more of a thong. You could see right through the fabric.