Pull Panties To The Side Novels & Stories

"Panties off too" I hooked my fingers at the top of my panties, pulling it down in the most sexiest way possible, that I could. Fabrico's eyes darken with lust. He literally dragged me on top of him again. While his lips worked along with mine, his hands unclasped my bra and he pulled away, to stare at them like he'd uncovered a great possession. "Beautiful" he muttered. "So perfect."

“There are people right next to us. Stop.” His low chuckle vibrated against my ear. “They’re all looking the other way, baby. No one knows I’ve got my hand up your little sundress.” His fingers hooked into the soaked crotch of my panties and tugged them roughly to the side. Cool air hit my exposed pussy for half a second before two thick fingers dragged slowly through my slick folds.

Then she slowly pulls my shirt off over my shoulders. I scrunch her dress together; it finds its way over her head and into a pile next to my shirt. With very skillful fingers, I undo her bra and toss it to the side. I take that skimpy little panties and wiggle it over her that tight bum that she was swaying so freely.

Turn around and bend over—show me that ass while you peel them off. I turned, cheeks flaming, and hooked my thumbs into the waistband. Bending at the waist, I pushed the fabric down my thighs, the motion spreading my cheeks slightly under my panties. The shorts pooled at my ankles, and I stepped out, kicking them away. His breathing grew heavier behind me. 'Panties too. I want to see if that pussy's as wet as I imagine from your pics.'

Her hips rise to meet my touch, my fingers hooked under the rim, and slowly, I start to tug them down. Her breathing heavies, breathing in a shyed breath. A low growl escapes me, feeling how sticky wet heat of her panties holds to her. I move back a little, tugging them down her legs and taking a screenshot in my head when I slowly peel them away from her slick little pussy. Aurora is silent, watching me pull the white lacy panties down her leg, tugging them free of her bare feet and bringing them to my face. “I'm keeping these.” I tell her.

“I don’t think we will be needing these.” I took hold of her panties and started to pull them down over her hips. She leaned back to help me take them off, revealing her pussy to me. Pulling her panties off and chucking them across the room, I quickly lowered my lips to taste her before she could get too self-conscious.

I crawled towards her on the bed again and untied the flimsy bowtie holding her dress together. Then, as she gasped softly, I yanked the dress dress and pulled it off her legs. Without any warning, I held her panties in both hands and tugged hard, the loud sound of a tear going off in the room. Her heels went off next, then she was at my mercy, completely and utterly.

I shucked my arms out, the shirt falling in a heap on the ground. I reached for my trousers but her hands caught them. She looked up at me. “Let me do it for you,” she suggested. I nodded, letting go. Her hands worked slowly at first then picked up its pace till she pulled out the belt, and dropped it to the ground. She popped the button open before reaching for the fabric and tugging it downwards. When it dropped my feet, I pulled my feet away then kicked it to the side. She reached for my underwear and tugged at it.

When she looks up, she’s biting her lip and looks a bit concerned, “What’s wrong, baby?’ “Um, did you know that the panties have a tear in them?” “They do?” I pretend to be disturbed by this and not let her see my amusement, “Where at, show me.” Her eyes go wide, “I can’t, it’s in the crotch area!” I grab her waist and bring her so she’s standing between my legs. My hands go to the hem of the skirt and slide up, taking the material with them. I bite my own lip when I see her in the garter, looking sexy as fuck. Using just my fingers, I slide them trough her folds twice before pulling them away.

Then she slowly pulls my shirt off over my shoulders. I scrunch her top together; it finds its way over her head and into a pile next to my shirt. With very skillful fingers, I undo her bra and toss it to the side. I take that skimpy little skirt and wiggle it over her that right bum that she was swaying so freely.