Take Off Panties Novels & Stories

"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.

Her fingers were already at the waistband of her sweatpants. “Shit, huh?” She hooked her fingers into the elastic and pushed them down. She leaned forward, her breasts nearly spilling from the lace as she kicked the pants away, revealing matching red panties and long, slender legs. “You want this. Trust me, you do.” She stepped out of the fabric, tossing the pile aside to join her hoodie on the floor. “This is the only way I'll be able to tell if you still want me.”

Stephanie extricated herself from the swimsuit and pulled a black lace bra and matching panties out of a bag. She pulled the panties on while facing away from Andrea, and so was unaware of her friend’s lustful staring. The panties were semi-transparent and a seam ran up the back so that they hugged all the curves of her bottom. Then she wriggled into the bra, which was similarly sheer. Her perky nipples were clearly visible through it.

He really enjoyed himself. Susan let out a breath as she realize just how soaked her pussy is. My panties are drenched. Fuck. She brush a lock of raven hair back behind her ear as she swallow weakly. Throwing the skirt off of her body, she stretch before getting up from the chair. Then she slide her soaked panties down her legs. Once she toss the dirty underwear into the air, she head to the bed and dig out her new dildo.

“Wait, there’s more.” “What?” I felt confused as to what else does he want from me. “Remove your panties.” “What?” Shocked came to me hearing that from him. “Didn’t you hear me, I said, remove your panties. If you don’t remove them, I’ll have it remove myself.” Thiago’s words were so demanding but I know despite how ridiculous it was, he wouldn’t stop until he could do it on his accord. I then quickly removed my black panties and tossed it to him.

My pants came off almost immediately. We landed on her large bed. We kissed each other hard and long. I nibbled her earlobe. Again, she grabbed my crotch. I was hard. She sat up and took off her skimpy panties. She smiled coyly as she gave me a look out of the corner of her pretty eye. I removed my underpants.

He took out the designer bag and open it up, it contained two new bras and two panties both of Victoria's secret brand. Jason smiled when he noticed the panties had a cut at the pussy area, so that's what ladies call it, honeymoon panties, he laughed. He took the designer pack and brought it out, "Here you go " He said smiling. "Thanks" He noticed she sighed. Yeah, no doubt her grannies panties was the reason she had not wanted him to get her undies for her. "Excuse me" She turned to leave, but then moaned loudly in pains as she took one step.

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.

My cock pulses against my tongue, my balls already drawing up tight, heavy with the promise of what is to come. Catalina steps out of the joggers, her fingers immediately going to the elastic of her panties, black lace, barely there, the kind that clung to her like a second skin. She didn’t rush. Oh no, she teased, dragging the fabric down her hips with agonizing slowness, her ass flexing as she bent just enough to let the panties slide the rest of the way to the floor.

I am soaking. Levy uses his fingers to pull my pants down followed by my panties. “Take them off,” he almost barks at me. “You said not to move my legs,” I retort to tease him. “Do it,” he commands. And who the hell am I to argue? I move my legs and shimmy out of my pants and my panties. He kicks them to the side. “I’ll keep those for later, you can go home without any panties on.” “What? I can’t, Taylor is at home.”