Thong Novels & Stories

I wish to God to give him more problems. He bypasses that compartment. “Where are you going? It's in that compartment." He avoids my words as he bends down and opens the drawer beside the one that I am pointing at. “That's not the….." I freeze when he picks out a thong. A g-string black thong.

Looking into the box, I see that there's one more piece of clothing, a thong in the same material that's so thin it must be designed for everything but the actual purpose underwear are made for. "You got my surprise I see…..". A voice says from behind me. I jump so bad that the thong slips out of my fingers. I turn around and there he is, leaning against the frame of my door. My husband.

Ah, there! Neal felt happy that he found the kitchen himself. Ahem...not himself..but, he took the right directions right? Neal stepped inside the vast kitchen in awe. It was red and white themed with a huge island at the center. Why do they need two fridge? Neal wondered, gaping at the large electronic devices. There was a sliding door of glass on the left side. Neal had a glimpse of the backyard. The whole place was neat and cleaner than Arjun's room. Neal's wandering eyes stopped at the chubby man in blue t-shirt and khaki trousers. He was washing vegetables, back turned towards Neal. It seems like the man didn't acknowledge his presence even after he cleared his throat.

The thong was made of white lace, tied at the sides with turquoise satin ribbons. Alessandro had an expression of wonder as he looked at my body. He came closer and with a subtle touch, his fingers unhooked the garter from my stockings and he began to unbutton my corset, hook by hook. He tried not to touch me, but every time my chest rose with my breath, I felt his knuckles brush my skin and heard him sigh; it made my skin crawl and all my nerve endings were on fire.

“Holy fuck. Look at that sloppy mess. Your little thong is ruined. Take it off Kyra. I want to see that bare, dripping cunt you’ve been teasing me with all semester.” I lifted my ass off the chair and hooked my fingers into the sides of the thong. I peeled it down my smooth legs, letting the soaked fabric pull away from my swollen lips with a wet, sticky sound. When the thong was completely off, I dropped it on the floor and spread my legs even wider. Using two fingers, I parted my slick pink folds so he could see everything. My clit was swollen and shiny, my tight hole twitching and leaking thick

My thong panties are soaked, and I'm shaking. "A lot more definition," Dad whispers as his fingers move up another inch. We are still staring at each other, but his eyes flick down to where his hand has pushed up the leg of my shorts, exposing my thong panty. I feel his hand tremor as I see his cock flinch in his shorts.

I rolled my eyes and thankfully Kendall didn't hear her else, things would have been awkward again Speaking of awkward, Kendall is getting weird and it's getting more awkward, I mean he told me his password, he let me use his phone, a part of me is happy that for once he wasn't bullying me and a part of me was wishing he shouldn't come close to me. And the password, Kejogmet. Surely it must means something cos it's obviously not an English word I made a mental note to ask him if we ever become friends He turned on the engine of his car and zoomed off

All for him. He would always wonder how it fits inside him. Not to mention that it would fill him to his heart. He held the shaft in his palm, wrapping his fingers around it, spreading the oozing drops of precum, fondling his tight sacks with other hand, licking it from base to head. "Suck it". Fletcher hissed gritting his teeth to avoid producing any loud sound. Zee didn’t take a second to obey. Pulling himself out of his pants, settling between the firm muscles of his thighs, bending to let his cock slide over the legs. He needed a friction to soothe the sweet pain.

The woman's fingers slipped under the thong's pouch, cupping my balls first, rolling them gently in her warm palm. “Soft sacs, heavy with potential—untapped seed waiting to spill.” I bit my lip, a involuntary moan escaping as she squeezed, the pressure sending sparks through the drugged haze. My dick stirred, hardening against my will, poking against the fabric. She tugged the thong aside, exposing me fully to the lights and the unseen eyes. “See this little shaft? Barely four inches hard, but oh-so-sensitive.” Her thumb stroked the underside, from base to tip, circling the head where pre-cum beaded despite everything.

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.) Her firm a*s-cheeks were round and full enough to engulf the string of her miniscule thong in her deep a*s-crack, the tiny material disappearing between the fleshy mounds. The thin black, lacy thong showcased her mouthwatering rear-end perfectly, framing it, showcasing its shape. The thin material dug in slightly into her smooth flesh lightly, the small straps of the tiny thong drawn tightly against her body. The straps hugged the upper edge of her butt cheeks, meeting at the triangle of material at the cleft of her a*s-crack. And above the thong

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