Pulling Off Panties Novels & Stories

I then pull another part of the present out of the box and have her stand. Bending back over, I instruct her, “Lift your foot, baby,” obeying, I slip her foot through the hole and then order her to do the same with the other foot, and then drag the material all the way up, “There, perfect fit!” I say as I stand back and admire the lace panties that now adorn her beautiful body, “Oh, I can’t forget this!” Holding up the little clit stimulator for inside the panties, I enjoy watching her facials expressions, trying to figure out exactly what it is.

He pressed down on me entirely and even tried to burrow between my legs. I could clearly feel something hot and hard against my inner thigh. Startled, I couldn't help but clamp my thighs together, my nerves on edge. It was a good thing I was wearing underwear today, or he would've gotten in. However, he wasn't satisfied. He hoisted my legs up and pushed up my short skirt. "It's so pretty and still looks tight." He reached out to pull off my panties. This wouldn't do. If he actually pulled them off, I'd be done for.

They tugged at her panties, at the fine tip there and Jade involuntarily pressed her thighs together and caught her hand between her legs. A sound like a chuckle escaped Magnus's throat and she felt him pull her closer, her breasts rubbing his hard chest. And then the fingers had wandered on, could not be stopped, and pulled down the panties with decisive movements. And Jade felt herself lifting her abdomen and easing the movement. She was still holding her legs together as if to stop the swelling of her flower, which was taking on a life of its own, a yearning. XXX

I removed my hand and looked at her panties. How can I get them pulled down without waking her. I stared at her ass trying to figure how a way. I decided I would just start pulling them down and see how far I could get. I figured I could get the top side down enough to see her bare ass. I took my finger and thumb and took a hold of the top of her panties. I slowly started pulling the top side down. I got it down only half way and had to stop. Her panties were too tight and wouldn't come down any more. Then I got an idea.

Fortunately, he didn’t make me ask for it this time. He hooked his thumbs under the hem of my panties and pants and pulled them both down at once. He popped his mouth off my breast and lifted himself for leverage. Down, down, he tugged my pants and panties until they were free of my ankles and thrown down onto the floor.

I shrug my shoulders as I reply. “Okay” And I look him in the eye with a smile on my face as I slowly unbutton my pants, he takes a deep breath as he watches me, and I grin as I pull my top down to cover myself before pulling my panties down….. Adam’s point of view. Fuck! I watch her as she slowly peels her panties down her long, shapely legs; I can't see anything, but her actions are as sexy as fuck, and she knows it…

"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."

I shivered with arousal. Then I put my attention on what I had in mind next. Leaning over her still trembling body, I slipped my fingers inside the elastic waist of her sweatpants and started pulling them down. She lifted her butt instinctively, allowing me to easily slide them off her legs. I snagged her panties on the way, and once I made it past her feet, I let the two garments drop to the carpet.

My eyes are glued to her breasts, full and flushed, nipples already hard, begging for my mouth, my hands—both. I slide my palm over one, dragging my thumb across the peak. She gasps, hips rocking down reflexively. I grip her tighter with one arm and tug her panties down with the other. I get them just past her ass and she lifts her hips, giving me access to tear them the rest of the way off. Once they’re gone, she reaches between us and tugs at my waistband. I lift my hips, just enough, and she peels my sweatpants down. They catch around my thighs for a second, stretched tight by the size of my erection, but she keeps going. She drags them past my knees, then off completely, tossing them som

I lap that up too. Little moans become more defined, as her legs tense, and nearly close around me. That won’t do. The panties are in my way too, building on my frustrations. I want to enjoy this, without anything in my way. Pulling the desk chair up, I take a seat, as she watches with soft, curious eyes. My hands back on her thighs, they slide higher and higher until they slip beneath her green skirt. My fingertips curve around the top of her panties, and I begin to slide them down. Over her hips. Lower. I slide them down her legs and take them off.