Slimy Panties Novels & Stories

I tugged her dress over her hips and let it pool around her feet, she was wearing a matching pair of skimpy lace panties and from my first touch, I could tell she'd drenched them. I rubbed at Lucy's pussy through her underwear and she started moaning right away, her hands opening and closing as she fought to keep them at her sides, her toes curling in her high heel stilettos. I pulled the tiny piece of fabric to one side and exposed her labia, which was glistening. Her groin was completely bald, and I could see her slick juices had covered the immediate area and even dripped down her legs; she looked like she could give Tori a run for her money.

"Nancy Castro! I am the one paying for your food and your lodging! How dare you yell at me like that! Who the hell do you think you are?" I got a huge fright and struggled to escape his constraints. However, right after that, he began his carrot-and-stick tactic as always. He lightly rubbed his wrist against my slapped face, his gesture like a pitiful act of consolation after the fright. "It was all because you were behaving out of line that I had to treat you like this. Do you understand now that you must be a good girl and listen to me?" Faced with his terrible, disgusting act, I dug my nails into my palms and forced myself to remain calm no matter what.

The timestamp showed the late hours when they claimed to be working overtime. Inside a black Mercedes, they were lost in a passionate kiss, Shelly's profile clearly visible. In a hot spring pool, they held each other tight in their swimsuits. And finally, the footage in the convenience store showed Shelly placing a box of ultra-thin condoms into her bag. It was the exact same type I found under the bed. The evidence was ironclad, the timeline was seamless, and every image was clear. There was no room for denial. "No! It's all fake!" Shelly let out a piercing shriek, completely falling apart. She roared like a woman possessed, "Emory, you bastard! You scumbag! You set me up! You're going to d

She came with a muffled scream, squirting a little onto the sheets, body convulsing as she kept fucking herself through it. She collapsed, panting, pulling the dripping dildo out and sucking it clean for the camera. “Thank you for watching Mommy cum. Tip if you want more. Next time… maybe I’ll show you how I taste after a real fucking.” She ended the recording, uploaded it with the caption: “ASlimySlut’s sloppy afternoon stretch 💦 Who wants to breed this divorced pussy?”, and leaned back, flushed and satisfied.

“Why don’t we compare them tonight when we’re back home?” Sally pouted. “Fine!” She leaned huffily against his shoulders and gazed into the mirrors’ reflected images as he walked past them. His legs were long and straight. Pants that were supposed to be long barely reached the tops of his ankles when he wore them.” She then instinctively glanced at her thighs which were draped across the crook of his arm… They did seem short… However, she still needed some shreds of dignity! Thus, Sally pouted. “Don’t think your legs are long just because they give off that illusion now. They might just seem long and straight because of the way your pants are tailored.”

"Tell me about this lingerie you've been hiding from me." I giggle, "Well, the corset laces up the back and it's made of lace. Entirely see through." He groans, "See through, huh?" "Mmmhmmm and the panties are made of see through lace as well." He gulps loudly. "Is that so?" "Yep." I say popping the p, "But you see they are magic panties." He cuts me off before I can explain, "Magic, magic panties? How? How are they magic?" He's fumbling with the room key and I almost feel bad for getting him this worked up already. Almost.

“Come out you little vixen! I’ll teach you a lesson for seducing my son!” Oh my god. “Mum, there’s no one here. No one seduced me okay” “Oh really?” she said and turned around, holding the lace panties I was wearing last night. Holy shit. I paled. That thing had my dried cum on it. “What is this then?” She dangled the panties in front of my face. “What is this Aito? Female underwear or do you want to tell me that it’s yours too? Do you wear panties now?"

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.

He leans over me, sliding the straps of my panties down, “I think I'm jealous.” My heart pounds so hard, I'm sure it misses the next beat. Julian pulls my panties tight, ripping the thin cloth so easily that it makes me gasp. “Your panties are so flimsy... maybe you should stop wearing them when you're around me.” He pulls me to the edge again, leaving me with my legs open wide and ready to receive him. With his hands spreading the insides of my thighs, Julian reveals the erection that's so hard that veins pop out.

Xavier says She cries out, trembling under my touch and panting. My fingers push against her opening, spreading her lips and pushing my big finger into her, still covered by her panties. It’s teasing, and I can’t actually slide into her with the damn fabric in the way, but it has the effect I want on her. She moans wildly, and when I feel even more sticky wetness soak into her panties, I groan as I start to pump my cock faster.