Pulling Off Panties Novels & Stories

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.

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. She 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’m standing there crossing my arms trying to cover what little I could of my breasts. Mary walks back over to me. “You have to take the rest off.” I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore, they came streaming down my face. I tried really hard to proceed to take off my panties, but try as I might I was shaking so badly that I couldn’t even manage to grip them in any way. Noticing how I wasn’t able to calm down to remove them, Mary places her thumbs on the hem and slowly pulls my panties down following the line of my legs until they reached the floor.

I don't protest any further. My breath becomes uneven as his fingers move under the lining of my panties, settling at my crotch. I am already soaked, and the panties cling tightly to my folds. So when Scott tugs at it, a small whimper escape my lips. My thighs stay clenched, and then I feel him dragging my panties away from me. The way he did it made the thin lace fabric disappear into my folds. “Hmm,”I breath, pressing a hand over my lips almost immediately. He smirks, pulling even harder, “you like that don't you?”

He keeps rubbing it under my panties and I can feel that it getting wetter. I focus myself on the kissing. I know I’ll get embarrassed when I think how lustful I am. Cain starts pulling my panties down. I lift my legs one by one from the panties. He drops it. As he continues rubbing it giving me more pleasure, I run my hand towards his jeans and starts unbuttoning it. He pulls his hands away from me and pushes his jeans down.

He says and I don’t trust my voice not to come out as a moan so I only nod. His fingers trace the outline of my panties. “These are gorgeous, but I will have to pull them down to reach the skin.” My body tenses. His fingers hook the hem of my panties and carefully pull them down to sit directly beneath my rounded globes. He makes sure not to expose me more than necessary.

What was that? Before I could think further, he pushed one large palm down my stomach, fingers dipping beneath the rolled waistband of his sweatpants I was wearing. They brushed the lace of my soaked panties. I whimpered when he cupped me fully through the fabric, the heel of his hand pressing right against my clit. “More,” I whispered. He bent suddenly, hooked his fingers in the lace, and yanked the panties down my thighs in one brutal tug. They tangled at my knees. I kicked them off.

"You're ready for your daddy, aren't you?" He hooked a finger into the waistband of my panties. He pulled them down, slowly, torturously. The wet fabric slid down my legs, a trail of fire. My thighs shook violently. He pulled them off completely, and then they were on the floor, next to my jacket.

"But..." "Ssshhh." I bite into my bottom lip, and she does the same. It sends a goddamn sensation so strong to the tip of my hard length. I growl deep within as my groin starts to ache. In one swift movement, I gently pull the string. In one flick of my hand, I leave her bare naked underneath "Christian, give my panties." "You should not wear these; they are so easy to take off." "I am wearing pants from now on." "Don't you even dare do that?"

And he's making me burn and tingle between my legs, craving more of his touch. Travis slides his hand under the band of my panties, first separating my outer lips with his finger, then shaking his finger inside him to bring the moisture up to my clit to help lubricate it and make it more rubbing. easy. When his hand moves up and down under my panties, I quickly realize that his hand is quite large and my panties are quite small. So, fearing it will ruin my perfectly good panties (not to mention it will make things more convenient for him and me), I hook my thumbs under the elastic band at my hips and pull the fabric down.