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Seyi retorted. Omah took his cigarette from his mouth and grinned. "Those previous girls are not Prof. Ajayi's daughter you know. Besides you guys need to stop hopping from one chick to another. How do you even do it sef?" Dayo thought his friend knew better, a pity he doesn't. Well why else was he his best friend if he couldn't enlighten him on such small issues such as this one. "The best thing about panties is taking them off. The game is simple. You see a girl you'd like to smash. You pursue them, spend a few thousands. You get into their panties. You move on. It's so damn exciting!" He declared,

Emily was thinking about how she never wanted to wear a pull-up or diaper when in her big headspace, when big she's in control, what does a woman who lived about a hundred years ago know, she's just the reference to all little related theories. Emily was sure she was safe, she started to daydream in class, deciding to think about her date with Matheo tonight, he promised to cook her the best mac and cheese she ever tasted, he also admitted that's that the only dish he knows how to cook. Her mind was somewhere else until she felt something warm going down her thighs, down to her ankle and finally hitting the floor, she looked down unbelieving the feeling she just felt. Yellow liquid was all o

Something about it made my gut twist, like I knew I should stop, but curiosity won out, and I reached up on my toes, pulling the bin down and popping the lid off. Inside, instead of random junk, there was a neat stack of fabric, soft and colorful, and as I picked up the top one, my stomach dropped hard. These were my panties, at least five or six pairs, folded carefully, some with crusty white stains right in the crotch area that looked exactly like dried cum. My face got hot instantly, a rush of shock and grossed-out anger hitting me all at once. I grabbed one, the red thong I wore to that party last month, the one that disappeared after I got a little too buzzed and crashed hard.

This is a lesbian story of soaked panties, and pussy on pussy. ************ This happened a few weeks ago. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. It’s been playing in my head, over and over, like my body needs to remember every second. I had to write it down. I had to let it live somewhere outside of me.

She could remember posing in them before for one of her boyfriends – and the pictures of that little photoshoot she still kept in her scrapbook. Her still-warm panties found a place in the box and were buried again as she sat and dug deeper. She touched the soft leathery corner of her personal scrapbook. "Gotcha!" she pulled out the small tome and set it onto her lap. The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Kiana had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet.

He was such a horny dog. Well, you didn't think that when you were fisting the sheets this morning. My mind chided me and I giggled to myself. I retrieved the flimsy materials from the floor and dumped them in the hamper, scoffing at my torn panties. Only God knows how many of my panties Arden has torn. If he keeps this up, I wouldn't have any underwear anymore. And then, the thought I had been struggling to repress since the day it happened came rushing back to the surface. I stilled, my heart dropping to the pit of my stomach.

After the threat, Brian walked inside the bathroom. The sound of running water could be heard, which made Emma, who had just broken out of her stupor after his threat, assumed that he was brushing his teeth. The running water from the tap stopped and the sound of a running shower followed. Emma, who believed that he was only bluffing, began stripping herself naked. She cleaned the drop of tears that was streaming down her cheeks, as she knew that Brian will be seeing her naked, in a few minutes. Her pride that had been kept for over 23 years is about to be forced onto a man. Not that the man wanted it, but she's about to shove it at him with force.

He pushed his hands into my thighs and dragged down my panties from my waist and out of my legs. “What are you going to do with my panties?” I asked, my big round eyes filled with curiosity. “What do you think?” He tilted his head as he folded my panties and looked at me. “Open your mouth.” I was shocked and confused all at a time but I did what I was told and opened my mouth. “Good.” Chion stuffed my panties into my mouth, so as to muffle any scream or loud moan that could come out of me, as it could get both of us caught, if not by my brother, then a stranger.

Like hearing someone talk about their bowel movements or throwing up. She’d gotten her period less than two weeks after being abducted. She hadn’t dared mention it to Big Daddy. She had actually stripped from the waist down, wadded her underwear and tried to use it like a pad. It hadn’t worked very well, saturating the cotton quickly and thus the stain that darkened her crotch.

I warn her and I see her eyes fill with tears, something is wrong here. "Loulou?" I ask, she let her legs open a little and I saw her pink panties are wet, she had an accident. "It's okay baby, it happens," I tell her and move to her suitcase, along the things I got her, I got her little panties and some cute outfits. I got her a pink panty with strawberries on them, I gave her the new pair and wiped her tears away landing a kiss on her nose.