Panty Shots Novels & Stories

There will be no greater joy than to puke on this idiot, but I’m already in a bad situation as it is. When I hear metals hastily clicking, the rough rustling of clothes, and the loud clank drop of what’s supposedly a belt, my heart sinks. My eyes jump wide open to his brooding image, tall and seemingly brutal like a god of war… My heart keeps skipping beats; my eyes widen to see him unzipping his pants. “What…” Words dry in my mouth. “What… are you doing?” “Giving my little slut something to keep that fucking hole busy.” He roughly parts his pants and rolls down his black boxers, revealing the kind of sin I have no business knowing.

But then, he briefly turned his attention to me when I spoke. "Shit!" That's all he said and ran again ... but he brings something with him. It was my… "Hey, shit! Give my panty back, bastard!" I shouted, but he never looked at me again. That bastard! Even though that panty just cost a dollar, it's hard to work now for money!

“You first.” “I’m not wearing any panties.” She chuckled. “You know what I mean. Show me your cock. Is it hard?” “Have you ever known it not to be hard?” She grinned. “Not often.” “Well, it’s behaving in its typical manner right now.” “I want to see.” He unzipped his pants and lowered his underwear until his c**k sprang free. “It’s definitely hard,” she said. “Make yourself come and I’ll take off my panties.”

I feel his dick is already hard and as things are, I could have told him to fuck off and even made a mess because he was nervous about me going to the sex shop without him, but the tactic of acting like an innocent thing worked. “He’s that big,” I speak in the diminutive form showing with my fingers. “Could I see it up close?” He asks looking at me in a way that makes me feel victorious. I didn't know at the time, but those pompom panties would drive Oliver crazy, the panties would be used as a weapon by me to make Oliver do my every wish. Many women think that it needs to be and happen in bed and even juggle things to please their partner, but after going to the sex shop I discovered that d

Her face twitched a bit. I inhaled the pleasant scent, closing my eyes and opening them. I rested my eyes on her. She is looking dumbfounded. I lowered the panties and smirked. She kept staring at me. I tore the fucking panties effortlessly. "No...." "Shhhh," I hushed, tossing the panties away. Her eyes followed them and they brimmed. "Listen, shawty." She kept staring at her panties. "Look at me damn it!" She obeyed.

My breath hitched as I lifted them out, holding them up to the camera. 'Look at these beauties. This one's gonna stretch my pussy wide, and this... oh, this is sliding right into my eager ass.' I ran my fingers along the silicone lengths, imagining how they'd feel buried deep. The chat exploded, hearts and fire emojis everywhere. I felt a warm flush spread through me, my core aching already.

“You don’t play around, do you, ShadowRoot? Four hundred dollars just to watch me finger my cunt like a desperate slut?” I pulled my panties all the way to the side, stretching the lace tight so it dug into my skin. I spread my legs even wider, knees almost touching the sides of the chair, giving the camera a perfect view of my dripping hole. My inner lips were swollen and shiny, my entrance winking as I pushed two fingers back inside myself. I pumped them slow and deep, twisting them, feeling every inch of my tight walls. My thumb pressed firm circles on my clit, making my thighs shake. Juices kept leaking out, running down my ass crack and soaking the chair seat underneath me.

Her skin was fair, luminous, almost translucent, and I could see the blue veins beneath the surface, a map of treasures I had never imagined I would be allowed to explore. She smiled, seeing my gaze. “Like what you see?” she asked, her voice a provocative whisper. “Anya…” “Wait. It’s not over.” Her hands moved down to the sweatpants. She untied them slowly, her fingers sliding along the waistband of the panties I had not yet seen. When the pants fell, revealing her long, toned legs, I held my breath. The panties were a thong. Black. Tiny. Damn. “You’re a bitch,” I whispered, my voice failing.

Kent push my ankle-length skirt up to my waist and shoots me a mischievous smile, “Well, if you don’t say yes, mommy, let’s get a little foreplay to get you wet first.” He looks down at my plain comfortable panty, carefreely tracing his fingers down from my belly to the tip of my pubic bone, swirling playfully around the thin cloth that covers my private womanhood. “Woa, that’s really some old mommy’s panty.”

I get the feeling she's rushing me to get this over with and I understand her anxiety but I won't rush. She comes up for air, baring her long, slender neck. I trail my lips down her chin, licking and sucking her pulse point until she starts rubbing herself against my erection. "Dante" she whimpers, clinging to my shoulders. I slip my hand inside her slit only to be met by underwear. "What is this?" She giggles "Built-in panties" "Since when did they start making those?" "You didn't think I'd walk around butt naked. Did you?" "A man can only hope," I say palming her pussy through the material "Fuck, baby, you're soaking wet"