Panty Sniffing Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I’ve smelled how wet you get. Don’t pretend I haven’t.” Heat flooded my face, coiling lower in my belly. “Vicky…” I whispered. “Say my name like that again, and I'll make sure you have a mindblowing orgasm.” She hooked two fingers under the edge of my panties and tugged them aside, exposing me completely. She brought the panties to her nose, sniffed it and ran her tongue on the wet patch. Cool air hit my slick folds and I whimpered. She looked at me, her gaze clearly hungry. She pushed my legs wider apart. “Look at this pretty pink cunt. So swollen already. Dripping for your mother-in-law.”

Snap! The waistband snapped my skin and I flinched up. I gaped at him unable to believe what he did. He smirked. Again, he pulled the waistband and repeated the same action. His hand again reached the waistband for the third time when I instantly clutched his fingers stopping him from repeating the embarrassing act from behind. He leaned near my ear and his breath tickled my earlobe. "As far I know you don't like wearing panty. So how come you put one," he asked with a mischievous tone. My cheeks heated up in embarrassment. I'm so gonna kill this man.

His gaze didn’t waver as he slowly tugged down the waistband of my panties. Before I could react, his grip on my waist tightened. He lifted me slightly, making my back arch, and in one motion, pulled off my black, soaked panties. And as I watched him with wide eyes, he held them in his hand… and then did the most unthinkable thing. He brought them to his nose and took a slow whiff. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, my eyes wide as I watched him—watched the way his eyes fluttered closed for a brief second, then opened, flashing a hint of white before narrowing on me.

They were reacting so well to the way I looked in my white cotton panties, that I didn’t even take them off right away. Slipping out of my skirt so that I was only wearing my knee-high socks and white cotton panties, I listened to the praise that I was getting. They admired my wet pussy leaking through the cotton, bringing their noses close to me as they sniffed the scent. They admired the way that my panties rode up into my ass crack, offering to fix it for me. They were all so close as they looked at me and started to touch me, getting more and more confident with the way that they were groping me.

Without further hesitation, Drystan reached for her pant pulling it away like a professional. Rosealba quivered as his finger grazed her skin in the act. Drystan moved her pants to his nose, sniffing her intoxicating scent and closing his eyes slightly to savor the scent of her arousal. Rosealba's inner tightened and the butterfly in her belle scattered in different dimensions, jubilating at the unholy sight of him. Hot images from the library explored her memories and she shuddered at the impact of the remembrance. A mixed feeling of confusion and excitement stepped in— confusion because she had not seen anyone sniff panties and excitement because her entire body blazed at this very act unh

And he sounded genuine. Scrunching my nose as I stared at the panties in my hand, I asked, "You couldn't tell how soiled they were?" Pulling them toward my face, I inhaled. They had a distinctly pungent odor. It wasn't unpleasant, though. But still. Then I said casually, "I masturbated with these on this morning." I'm not even sure why I said it, but since my brother and I were so close, I assumed the admission wouldn't horrify him.

Rubbing myself against him, I let him know with my body how pleasurable it is to have his hands on me, to feel him possess me with his hands. He squeezes my thighs in response as he pulls me into him tighter, his fingertips now edging my panties as his short nails scrape along my skin. With a sudden snap, he pulls both sides of my undies, breaking the delicate strings that keep the tiny garment together. Before it can fall to the floor, he hooks the panty strings around his fingers as he eases them away, stealing them from my body like a master thief of lace and satin. I gasp as he spins me around, the breeze beneath my skirt tickling my neither region with its delicious coolness. My pretty

she asked panting heavily while I ignored her, I went back to kissing her but she tried pushing me away but I shifted her pants one side and started rubbing her p*$$y with my middle finger "ohhh my God.... Ohhh goodness.... Alex what are you doing?" she asked in her low lovely voice but I kept rubbing her p*$$y till I felt her sticky fluid on my finger then I knew I was doing a good job, I resumed sucking her b**bs and still touching her p*$$y, I then took my middle finger and inserted it into her p*$$y hole, f*ck it's so tight, she shut her eyes and held the blankets as she moaned loudly

He lifted her panties to smell them, making sure someone else's scent was not clinging to the fabric. He heard her snicker loudly and turned to look at her, the panties still held up in the air "So we're just being weird all out there now, not even hiding it." He smirked a little seeing the way her eyes danced "You smell fucking amazing. yeah I sniff your panties. and they make me hungry for you." He said lowly. Her mouth popped open a little involuntarily, but she quickly snapped it shut.

I laid there with my legs open as he pulled down my panty. " Fuck,even your panty smell delicious," he hissed sniffing on my silk panty. Throwing it off , he grabs my thighs, spreading it open at his face. He sits on the chair and buries his face between my inner thighs. I can feel his warm, wet tongue moving around my clit, stimulating my sexual urges. I tightened my lips together to prevent myself from moaning like whore. He then sniffs my p*ssy like how male werewolves do to their mates.