Panty Sniffing Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

Young studs and sluts made me dripping wet, and this hunk. I pulled the panties from between my cleavage. What was that girl's name? What did it matter? She made me cum. The yearbook committee knew the order the students came in. They would get the stories correct. I breathed in her sweet scent, though. "Mmm, we can't have that. Drop the pants." "Well..." He swallowed. "I don't have any underwear on." "You go commando in jeans?" He shrugged. "Well, drop them anyways," I said, my pussy on fire.

I wasn’t wearing any panties. And he held my panties in his hands. One that had just left in between my legs. I took a deep breath and awaited his anger for my color invasion. It didn’t come. “Nice colors.” He waved my panties to my other clothes on the couch and table. I folded my hands under my boobs in defense. But I was prepared to see him raise my panties to his nose and take a deep sniff. That was hot. Oh God, why did weird things turn me on?

Just thinking of a stranger sniffing her vulernable, pleasure-laced makes a growl emit from the back of my throat. I’ve made her cum five times, but I’m suddenly desiring to do so a sixth time. “Again?” she asks, as she feels my dick swell against her thigh. “Do you object?” I reply. She lowers her hands. Her face is still red but her eyes are darkening with lust now. “No,” she says, so I press into her once more. Later, with my prize in my pocket, I attempt to sneak through the house unseen – and unscented. My mate’s panties are tucked into my pocket, yet I know it’s not enough to keep my brothers from scenting them, if I get too close.

he groaned as he sat on my thighs and slashed my panties with his claw. My eyes widened as he moved my legs apart and rubbed his finger in between my p*ssy, making me almost sit up with shock. He lifted his finger to his nose and smelled it heavily. “My favourite smell in the world,” he whispered, and much to my shock, he licked it. He dipped his finger in between my p*ssy and licked it… “That was unsanitary,” I remarked. “Unsanitary?” he asked, so shocked that it was clear he could not believe it.

"Ah! Is it working?" She smiled. Son of a b*tch. His struggle from the cuffs grew intense, but that didn't stop the itchy burn tearing through him from turning…delicious(?). "Oh man, they are getting red." She narrated, leaning close, that her scent wafted over to him. "Want me to touch them?" Please... If her Panties were not in his mouth, his plea would have echoed throughout the room; thank the Goddess they were.

My mum has caught me a thousand times on sex sites, seen me masturbate, and run my big teenage pussy down a dildo… but nothing beats today's embarrassment. I rub my face with my hand in exhaustion. The scent of something feminine hits me. It's my scent lingering on my fingers. “Hmm,” I drag every inch of it in my lungs, getting aroused by just sniffing. “Oh, Isla…” I moan on my fingers while the other hand digs past the hem of my skirt and finds my wet pussy. “Fuck…” I groan, teasing the gold piercing. The image of Stella’s dad humming over the mayonnaise plays in my head.

I kept my eyes shut, pretending to be lost in it, but I watched through the slit of my eyelashes as the door nudged open just an inch. There she was. Penelope. Her eyes were blown wide, pupils huge, fixed right on my cock as it disappeared into Sara’s mouth. She looked terrified and hungry all at once. Then, I watched her hand slide under that short denim skirt. I saw her shoulder shaking as she started rubbing her clit right there in the hallway, watching me get mine. The sheer boldness of it, the way she was soaking her fingers with her pussy juice while her stepbrother got sucked off made me want to cum. I didn't look away. I snapped my eyes wide open and locked them onto hers. I stared h

“Take your shorts and panties off.” “No. Fuck you,” she snarled, and I grinned. I used my hold on her hair and forced her to stand, and while I stared into her eyes, I ripped her shorts and panties off. “You sick bastard.” Yeah. I sure as fuck was. I brought her panties to my nose and inhaled. “You smell incredible, but more than that,” I said and showed her the material, crotch outward, “your panties are wet because you’re turned on.” I needed to fuck her right here on the dirty, hard forest ground until I was buried deep in her cunt, and my balls were pressed to her little ass.

The strong, tangy scent of her pussy hit me immediately as I brought them to my nose. "Fuck, Sarah," I whispered to myself, inhaling deeply. The smell was intoxicating, a mix of her natural musk, a hint of sweat from her day, and that feminine aroma that drove me wild. I carried the panties over to her bed and lay down right in the middle, spreading my legs wide. I pressed the crotch of her dirty panties firmly against my face, sniffing loudly as I freed my hard cock from my shorts. It throbbed in my hand, already leaking precum as I started to stroke slowly.

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