Pulling Off Panties Novels & Stories

He moved downwards and began to take off her panties in a slow motion. "It's time to eat up down there!"

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.

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—”

He wasted no time in yanking off the panties, till there was no obstruction left. . . . To be continued...

Her face twitched a bit. I inhaled the pleasant scent, closing my eyes and opening them. I rested my eyes on her. She is looking dumbfounded. I lowered the panties and smirked. She kept staring at me. I tore the fucking panties effortlessly. "No...." "Shhhh," I hushed, tossing the panties away. Her eyes followed them and they brimmed. "Listen, shawty." She kept staring at her panties. "Look at me damn it!" She obeyed.

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.

By the time I am ready to take off her shorts, she is squirming around on the bed. I go lower down her body and I take off her shorts and then she is in her unbuttoned cardigan and her panties. I take her panties off with my teeth, dragging it down her body slowly. When she is catching her breath, I put one finger inside her. She moans and I add another finger. I do not move them but I take my other hand to her boobs.

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.

Her butt jutts out the way I like it, round and bubbly, while her upper torso is pointed downwards. I hook my leg around hers to keep her from falling over and an arm over her back to hold her from righting herself up. “What are you doing?” She screams, terrified. “What I should have done all this while.” Her floral dress is blown open by the wind to reveal blue lace panties peeking at me, teasing. The scent of her arousal floats to my nostrils and I fight the urge to bury my face and eat her to oblivion. The material of her panties makes tearing so easy that I do it in one simple tug. Then she is bared open to me. Unable to resist, I run a hand down her soft bottom, passing it through her c

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.