Thong Novels & Stories

“Thank you.” “Good, we’re all settled in,” my uncle continued, his grin having returned. “Either of you wanna hit this?” He presented to us a large black glass bong, adorned with the Burning Saints’ club logo. “Warthog here had this made special for me as a gift. Isn’t it beautiful?” “Oh, boy, Cutter, I tell ya, I’d normally join you, but I just polished off a spliff in the parking lot before coming in. How ’bout you, Cricket? It’s 4:20 somewhere, right?” Minus mocked.

" he said, in true male manner. Shaking her head she pulled the strap of her thong out of the top of her pants, "It's just that it's like really white and see-through."

"You smell so fucking good and fuck your pussy looks so good in this sexy thong, too.“He groans out saying as his thumbs rubs out my swollen clit through the material. "Did I buy this?”He asks as am already nodding in greedy and wanton anticipation. “I’ll get you more”He growls out and I arched my hips, as continues to tease me over the fabric. The thong already soaked through with my juice. "Is it always like this?”I ask half croaking and half moaning.

I didn't kiss a guy for 5 years I'm pretty nervous. And then he touches my lips and it's going automatically. I get lost and almost forget where we are when suddenly the bathroom door opens and I remember Defne in it. I immediately let go of his lips and get into Deniz room before she gets out. "Vay, vay, vay, eniste!" Defne playfully adds in Turkish saying wow three times and uncle to Hudson. Eniste is used in Turkish as the husband of the sister or an aunt. I guess she heard us. They both laugh and I hear their steps going downstairs.

She bent over to get a manual from the lower shelf and my eyes popped out of their sockets. As she bent down, Martha’s ass formed a perfect double-U shape as her pants hugged her seat in skin-tight fashion. As many tricky women do, Martha wore thong underwear to hide any potential panty lines. Per my own personal fantasy, she was wearing exactly that and as she leaned forward, the waistband of her thong, a fire-engine red satin color, rode up nicely above her pants’ slim waist line. My God, her ass was tight.

I grabbed the band of his pants, but felt something else. I could feel the lacy material of the thong he was wearing. I was pretty sure I was pulling it higher up his ass as I pulled the pants out. I let go and grabbed again, pulling his pants away. I looked down and could clearly see my thong sticking out of his pants.

I was wearing a thong today because I had made up my mind that I am going to seduce him and will make him give me what I want. And he is right the thing does not do the job it was supposed, I bought it from Victoria's Secret, it has two strings at the side, and a very thing and narrows laid off last that only covers my pussy lips, but a little movement and it doesn't even hide that. " Smell yourself wife. " and I do, I moan as he lands a slap on my ass making mewl leave my lips as my olfactory nerves are overwhelmed with the musky scent of my panties, the proof my desire is my juices leaking from the lace.

The thong is soaked – has been since he raised his glass across the room. "Fuck," he breathes. "Already this wet? We haven't even –" "Then stop talking and do something about it." He shoves the thong aside. His fingers find me bare – slick, swollen, dripping – and he pushes two inside without warning. I gasp, my back arching into the coats, my hand grabbing his shoulder. He's thick-fingered, calloused, and he curls them upward immediately, finding the spot like he was born knowing where it lives.

"Do you know what these are?" "I'm pretty sure I can recognize panties." Hmm. She had no idea. Holding them out for her, he waited until she stepped into them and they were in place, then he held up the small remote that came with the thong. "Do you feel that hard little button over your clit?" He brushed his knuckle over the dime-sized mechanism sewn into the thong. She drew in a breath. "Put your hands on my shoulders. Good. Now, hold on." He pushed the switch on the remote, sending shallow pulses through the thong and right to her core. Her eyes went wide, fingers digging into his shoulders. Sh