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No, I'd say it needs it. I carefully slide my cum saturated panties on, trying not to spill any. Before I finish pulling them all the way up, I spread my slick pussy lips with my left hand and pull the satin waistband up with my right. I press the sperm covered gusset into my cunt, and feel his warm cum invading my pussy. I walked to the door and opened it.

Not like this. But I did. I leaned back, one leg propped on the cushion, the other planted on the floor. My pleated mini skirt rode up easily as I slid my hand beneath it. The white cotton panties were already damp. I pushed them aside with trembling fingers and dragged two through my slick folds, gasping at how sensitive I was. “Lucien…” The name slipped out in a whisper.

“Been aching since three p.m. imagining exactly how these come off.” I hooked two fingers into the waistband of her skirt and yanked the zipper down in one sharp pull. The sound of metal teeth parting was obscenely loud in the quiet hallway. I let the fabric fall, pooling black around her ankles. Black lace panties. The ones I’d bought her six weeks ago—delicate satin ribbons tied at each hip, barely-there triangles that left nothing to decency. My fingertips ghosted along the scalloped edge, then dipped beneath. She was drenched. Slick heat coated my fingers instantly; her swollen clit throbbed under the lightest brush of my thumb.

’ ‘Yes, Master,’ I’d replied, my hands shaking so badly I could barely type. ‘And wear what I tell you to. I’ve sent you a link. Buy it. Wear it. Nothing else.’ The link was to a high-end lingerie store. The set was made of black silk and delicate lace. A suspender belt, sheer stockings, and a pair of crotchless panties that were so slutty they made my face burn just looking at them. I’d bought them, my hands trembling as I entered my credit card details. The package had arrived today, a plain brown box that felt like it was ticking.

Her skin was fair, luminous, almost translucent, and I could see the blue veins beneath the surface, a map of treasures I had never imagined I would be allowed to explore. She smiled, seeing my gaze. “Like what you see?” she asked, her voice a provocative whisper. “Anya…” “Wait. It’s not over.” Her hands moved down to the sweatpants. She untied them slowly, her fingers sliding along the waistband of the panties I had not yet seen. When the pants fell, revealing her long, toned legs, I held my breath. The panties were a thong. Black. Tiny. Damn. “You’re a bitch,” I whispered, my voice failing.

I ran my hands up the outsides of her thighs to her waist, where I sank my fingers under the waistband of her black panties. I slowly slid them down, ignoring the whimpering moans she was letting out. After sliding them down about an inch, I paused. I could smell the arousing scent of her pussy, but even more erotic, I could see a thin strand of her natural lubricant clinging to the material as it fell away. I resisted the urge to yank them away from her, and continued my slow undressing.

Temi whimpered, her pussy clenching at the dirty words. Femi yanked her long skirt up to her waist, exposing her thick thighs and the soaked white cotton panties clinging to her plump pussy lips. He ripped the panties down, revealing her shaved cunt..swollen, glistening, and leaking clear juices down her inner thighs. The musky scent of her arousal filled the small room.

It was cramped—barely room for both of them—but that only made it hotter. Riley turned, braced her palms on the cold metal partition, bent at the waist. Her skirt flipped up on its own; black cotton panties stretched tight across her ass, a visible wet spot darkening the crotch. Jade dropped to her knees behind her. She hooked her fingers in the waistband, dragged the panties down slowly—inch by inch—until they bunched at Riley’s thighs. Riley’s cunt was exposed—pink, swollen, glistening, clit peeking out from its hood. A thin string of arousal stretched from her folds to the fabric before snapping.

Dante smiled and took the vibrating panties up, staring at it with a smirk. Elena looked up at it, the sight of it was already making her pussy throb. “What's is that for daddy?” “This? It's a vibrating panties and daddy is going to use it on you.” Elena felt her pussy moisten a bit more and she stared at it with anticipation. anything that would be filling her cunt up by Dante’s command surely turned her on. “I am eagerly waiting,” she whispered and his brows quick. He gave her a not-so-innocent smirk. Then his brows suddenly knitted into three lines, and his voice as raspy as ever.

The panties were very small, very petite and covered only the hair of her pubic area, which again was visible through the thin covering. Cathy wore panties like these, Sandra thought, she called them thongs and until now she would never have considered wearing them herself. The truth was, they were quite comfortable, and very sexy. She turned around in front of the mirror and gasped at the sight of her exposed bottom, with just a tiny black string of delicate lace showing above the top of her buttocks and around her waist. Sexy was definitely the idea with these things. “Sandra?” Creighton called from the other room.