Novel & Cerita Panty Story

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 hid it in one of my drawers until he left. As soon as he left she came into my office to ask for the panties. I told her it was torn and she said "no problem I have another pair in my handbag I will wear it"and she left my office. What the fuck? She had extra pair of panties in her bag so she came prepare very funny

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

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

She stole it after we had sex. I gave her my penthouse address and she showed up. Wearing a short skirt and a revealing red crop top. And she wasn't even wearing a fucking panties that day. Not even a damn bra. We talked. I offered her wine and started to kiss her and I fucked her on my couch. She didn't even take her panties after the deed was done. And then I knew she didn't come that day because of her panties. She came for the D.

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

Alina pov I knelt patiently outside his office door, sitting back on my heels, wearing nothing but the delicate red lace panties I had bought just for him. The waiting was torture. The air smelt like the thick scent of arousal. Mr Parker ordered yesterday not to wash my pussy. The dried remains of my cum still clung on my skin, making it unbearable to control my desire. I had worn the same panties all night, touching myself again and again thinking about his long hard dick, that was going to get buried deep inside me.

Clothes are flung everywhere, and there's a pyramid of beer cans on the table. "This... is not going to work," I mutter, stepping into the living room. "What?" he shrugs. A bright pair of blue panties catches my eye. Using my pointer finger and thumb like tweezers, I tug them out of the gray chair and hold them up. They're so small I couldn't fit one leg in them. Is that the kind of girls Max is into?

My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction. I read on, my breath quickening. He pushed her against the shelves, hiking up her skirt and plunging his fingers inside her. The descriptions were vivid – her moans echoing in the empty library, the slick sounds of her arousal. My own hand wandered down, absentmindedly at first, tracing the seam of my yoga pants. I wasn’t wearing panties; I’d skipped them this morning, feeling daring. The fabric was already damp. I bit my lip, debating. Should I? The house was empty. Why not?

"As you wish, your majesty." Today, she wore a purple lace panty which was already soaking wet when I removed it. Unlike other girls, her hygiene was top tier. It matters and it's never embarrassing to let the partner know they have bad hygiene. (Like honestly if they stink it's not pretty sex lmao)