Pulling Off Panties Novels & Stories

First my throat, then my collarbone, then my exposed breast, then the soft silk covering my belly, and then my thighs. He lingered there, right at the apex of my thighs, and his thumb gently pulled my panties away. The elastic stretched. “Say it,” he whispered. I quirked an eyebrow. “Say what?” Noah released the elastic of my panties, and they snapped hard against my inner thigh. I flinched, biting my lower lip. “You know,” he whispered, pulling the elastic out again. I shook my head, squirming slightly beneath him. “I don’t. I—”

I ask, my voice dropping. He doesn't argue this time. He moves until his knees are almost touching the edge of the couch. I sit up straight, my eyes locked on his, and I reach down for the hem of my dress. I pull it up slowly, reaching for my panties. I hook my thumbs into the silk at my hips. I hear him exhale sharply. His eyes widen, fixed on my hands. "What are you doing, ma'am?" I ignore the question. I pull the panties down, kicking them off my feet and letting them drop in a heap on the hardwood floor.

I'm still nibbling on her nipple when I unzip her jeans and start pulling them down. She wiggles and sucks in her breath to help me get them past her hips. I take my mouth off her tit to pull her jeans down to her ankles and she lifts her feet out of them, pushing them away. Her black bikini panties are soaking wet and I push my nose against her crotch, breathing in her scent. She moves her legs apart as I cup her mound through her panties, lightly rubbing my thumb in circles over the thin material.

His eyes wandered hungrily over my exposed chest as he fumbled with the buttons on my pants. Getting the buttons free, he pulled them down my legs and helped me out of them. The fabric was kicked away as he shucked off his own pants. The only fabric that kept us from completely touching each other, where my panties. His final destination in mind, he looped his fingers around my thin fabric and ripped them off. The ripping echoed in the room amd I gasped as the fabric now lay in shred on the floor.

I can feel how soaked she is through the panties. She moans loudly. That beautiful sound spurs me on. I can't wait anymore to get to my cookies so I gave a hard tug to the panties and it ripped off her. She gasps loudly as her panties fall off. I gripped her thighs lightly and spread them apart as I got ready to enjoy my gorgeous wife.

Then again the way her tongue runs over her lip pushes the exhaustion right out of my mind, and if I have to stare at the bit of fabric that she insists is called underwear, that is peeking out above the waistband of her sweats, I'm going inside. For some reason she doesn't react when I push myself off the couch and crawl over to her, then bend my head to catch the side of the thong between my teeth. I tug until I'm sure that excuse for panties must bite into her flesh on the other side, before I let go, the elastic snapping right back into her hip.

I sat there, my heart pounding, as the guys took a few long seconds to process Reynold’s challenge. Then, like a dam breaking, the two men immediately on either side of me sprang into action. They roughly slid my already bunched-up skirt even higher around my waist and shoved their hands straight into my tiny black and purple panties. Their fingers were eager and demanding as they started playing with my pussy.

She unfastened her jeans with tantalizing slowness, seeming to lower the zipper a notch at a time. Her panties showed at last. They were skimpy bikinis, slung so low that a fringe of pussy hair showed above the elastic. Manuela shook her hips and the jeans fell all the way down her legs and she stepped out of them, completely naked, except for her tight panties. The sheer fabric of those panties hugged Manuela's crotch so snugly that the outline of her cunt was beautifully obvious. She rubbed herself through the clinging yellow nylon until it was darkened by a spreading stain of her pussy juice.

“I have to get ready.” I rake my eyes over her body again, and they linger on the black panties. “I am not sure these are the right panties for that dress,” I smirk. Elizabeth looks down at her body curiously. “I don’t understand.” Dropping to my knees before her, I hook my hands in the waistband of her panties and pull them down slowly. I look up into her eyes as I slip them off her body. She takes in a sharp breath as she steps out of the panties. I slide them into my back pocket before getting back to my feet.

Since such a beautiful woman was being so forward, I wouldn't be a real man if I backed down now. While no one was looking, I used the hairpin to cut the fabric around her private area. The black yoga pants instantly tore open, revealing the soft skin underneath. I was stunned. Hazel wore a thong underneath with only a single strap in the way. This was incredibly convenient! I used my finger to hook the corner of the strap and pulled it aside. My pulse raced at the sight of her core. It appeared incredibly delicate and was already quite damp. Hazel swayed her hips and spoke with desperate longing. "Mr. Brewer, hurry up and put it inside. I can't wait any longer."