Panty Sniffing Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Matteo took her wet panties and held them up to his nose. He inhaled her wet panties, trying to scent her arousal. The aroma was divine and extremely stimulating. He could feel his cock firming up and expanding in his pants. "I really love the color of your panties Princess... Brown….my favorite" he sniffed in. "And it smell so good, Princess." Matteo hummed as he sniffed, admiring her naked body on the bed. He moved her panties from his nose to his lips, kissing them before licking the wet spot in her panties.

he said, looking at a pair of pink, and a pair of blue panties. "These garments were worn today by your resident sluts, and your challenge is to use your sense of smell to determine who wore what. Which pair would you like to sniff first? Pink or blue?" "Pink." Essence held her pink panties under his nose, and he inhaled deeply. The exotic scent wafted into his nose, and a chill went up his spine... he'd always loved the intimate scent of a woman. This sample was pungent, with a strong, almost dominating scent.

We agreed to meet at the counter. While I’m choosing different styles of book, I frowned because of the prices. Too expensive. But I can’t go to school without these, so I gotta pick one. And when I was done picking, my attention was caught to the commotion outside, some girls are shouting. So I looked at the glass wall to see what they’re up to. And what I saw are five men riding the escalator down. Then my eyes glued to one of them, because ... That ... That guy... Is the one who stole my panty!

In some time, she whispered that her cunt is waiting for me, and she is leaking a lot of juices. I kissed her and moved my hand inside her saree on her panty now, and it was really, really very wet. I asked her to remove her panty and hand it over to me. She was a little surprised but complied with my demand. When I got the panty, I smelled and licked her panty where her pussy was. She was looking at me like what the hell is the guy doing. I licked it for some time, and then I kept her panty in my pocket and told her she will never get the panty back as I am gonna keep it as a special gift. After listening to this, she was very happy and kissed my lips again. We started our kissing scene aga

He roughly drags my panties to the side, almost ripping it off. When I reach to take it out, he smacks my hands off. “I want to feel every one of your panties, on you.” He adds, a nasty smirk curling along his lips. On me? Zane is a creepy freak. The thought of him sniffing and touching my panties in the bathroom hits me hard. He’s a fucking freak! Without warning, his fingers go in, deeply, roughly, wrecking the last of my self-control. “Oh, my pussy!” I quiver, dripping around his fingers, pussy lips squeezing against him like a bitch.

It started innocent enough—stealing glances at her cleavage when she bent over to load the dishwasher. Then it got worse. I’d sneak into her laundry hamper and pull out her used panties, the ones with the little wet spot in the crotch from her daily discharge. I’d press them to my face, inhaling that sweet, musky scent of her cunt while I stroked my thick seven-inch cock. I’d imagine burying my face between her legs, licking her until she screamed my name instead of Dad’s.

Something seemed different about her description. Unlike fantasy talk in the past, it sounded like she was telling me a true story. "He fucked you for real?" I asked. "Yea. They held my dress up while he did it to me. My panties were near my knees so I couldn't spread my feet too much, but they were holding my thighs open too. It was kind of hard and rough, but he came kind of quick. I thought it was over and was trying to pull my panties up, but then the other two opened their pants. One pulled my panties to my ankles. They bent me over the arm of the sofa. I stepped one foot out of my panties as they were again spreading my feet. One of my shoes came off. They took turns in me a few times

Ethan was in a meeting, so I waited in his office. That was when Sophia walked in. She politely brought in coffee, and when she bent forward, I caught the familiar scent of cologne. Just as Joy had described, it was Ethan's scent. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" I asked suddenly. Her hand trembled, spilling hot coffee on herself, leaving red marks instantly. She looked fragile and helpless as her eyes darted away. Flustered, she crouched down to clean the mess and did not answer.