Soaked Thong Novels & Stories

I watch her as she lies on my sofa, wiggling her little bottom out of her tight jeans. “Hold up, Shortie, let me help!” I grab the waist band and pull the jeans and they turn inside out in the process. I throw them to the side. “Now stand up and let me see you in that thong.” She bites her lip as she stands and twirls for me. I can tell from just looking that her thong is damp with her wetness. “Holy shit, that’s so racy, baby. I love the way it rides up at the back and the front, well, there is a little too much fabric there.” She giggles at my remarks before showing me the back again.

I took another step, looming over her shorter form. “Yes you are,stop wasting my time.” I reached out, letting the back of my fingers graze her bare shoulder. Her skin broke out in goosebumps under my touch. “I have a pretty good idea,” I murmured. “Why don’t you tell me what kind of thong it is? Describe it in vivid detail, and it's yours.” She swallowed hard, eyes flickering to my lips before she met my gaze again. "It's a black lace thong,” she whispered. “Low-cut at the sides, with a small bow in the front."

Surprisingly, her narrow thong remains in place, its scarlet hue vivid against her soft skin. Kneeling down, her legs spread to grant me access, I use my fingers to trace along her lower back to her buttocks and outer thighs. My mouth kisses sporadically between them, honing in on my target. Her warmth and wetness are palpable, the tantalizing scent of her arousal filling the air. My left hand brushes her thong aside, and my tongue immediately makes contact with her delicate hood. Skillfully navigating around this defense, my tongue teases her swollen nub directly, eliciting moans as I work.

Uncle was calling he was in the room waiting for me to come out wearing the thong he brought for me today. “Coming…" I yelled trying last time. “Puff..." I smiled, finally wearing it like it was mentioned in the picture. This thong had many strings covering my pelvic area. The string was like in U shape made of pearls hiding my pussy. Two layers of string were tied around my waistband with a little adjustable rubber band. The U shape strip covering my front and back was bare, only one strip holding my back and front sticking under my pussy and backdoor. The uncomfortable part was one string that was connecting the back with the front it was stuck under my pussy rubbing my clitoris while walk

When the dress came off, Maxwell had a clear view of her sexy black thong. “Damn. You are so beautiful,” he groaned, seeing the contrast between the underwear and Dawn’s pearly white skin. It was a simple black, thin-strapped thong, but it was more than enough to increase the tension beneath his towel. Maxwell climbed back up and captured her lips. By then, his towel had come off, but he didn’t care. He ravished her lips while his hand reached for her core. He first rubbed outside her thong, making her jolt again, but at the same time, it only made her cling tighter to him.

Straight to my toes. His hands glide along my sides and his fingers coil in the strands of my thong. He drags the panties down my thighs. I’m reminded of the last time this happened and the way he demanded Alex bring them to him. Though what I really focus on is what occurred thereafter, when Jameson raised the damp crotch to his nose. He must be thinking the same thing, because once he’s discarded the thong, he straightens and whispers in my ear, “I want you creaming for me.”

I was thankfully wearing a black thong that I had in mind to take off after I had my shower the meonebt he came home but thank God for it because he couldn't take his eyes off of the fabric as his hands played on each of the handles. His hands dipped a little bit into the v area and I tensed,he placed a hand on my stomach and came back up to kiss me quickly while he positioned himself in between my legs. He kissed me from my face to my neck,to my chest and both breasts. The kisses trailed till he got to the lining of my thong and he went to each of my thighs before kissing my clitoris through the fabric. I released the sexiest moan I have ever heard, not even my vibrator could make me produc

She appeared to be very severe, almost angry, but her body was so lush, voluptuous, and welcoming, desperate to be touched, begging to be touched by whatever lucky man she allowed to touch her. And, oh by the way, I forgot to mention both of these girls were wearing thongs that matched their tops. How did I know this? Both girls were rocking some serious whale-tails. Their thongs were pulled up so high that I thought it must be uncomfortable. The shorter girl's stretchy, hot-pink thong-straps nearly met her top, and the taller woman's thong was simply made of string and fancier than her friend's, the triangle part in the back made of separate strings.

I murmured, voice husky, crawling backward off the bed on hands and knees so the emerald silk rode high over my hips, exposing the black lace thong and the wet spot already darkening the center. Steve was closest. He stepped forward without hesitation, cock already in hand, thick and flushed, veins standing proud. I stayed on all fours at the edge of the mattress, ass presented, back arched just enough to make the gown pool around my waist like spilled ink. He didn’t speak, just gripped my hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh above the lace, and yanked the thong down my thighs in one rough motion. The cool air hit my soaked core and I whimpered.

Kids laughing somewhere far off. She parted her thighs. Slow. Just enough. The skirt rode up. Thong visible if anyone looked close. He rested his hand on her inner thigh. High. Fingers brushing the edge of the lace. “Tell me how it feels,” he said. “Embarrassed,” she whispered. “Everyone can see… almost.” “And?” “Wet. Really wet. The thong is soaked.” “Good.” His fingers slipped under the lace. Found her clit. Circled once. Slow.