Thong Novels & Stories

Though, sometimes he would wonder why they would be swimming in sexy thong, especially Susan, when she knew her best friend dad is in the house. Bernard have, in some occasion, stroked himself to huge cum while watching them, especially Susan, lay in the lounge chairs. Susan is the more attractive of the two at about 5'5" and less than 100 pounds. Susan has a perfectly shaped backside, very slim waist-line and big firm breasts which was perfect for her body. She always wears tight thong which exposes a good amount of her chest. She has a black shoulder length blonde hair, pale blue eyes and a little puggy nose that crinkles when

Merina took this as an opportunity to tease him by sucking on his finger. “Funny, I felt you’d want to do it here. I’m wearing a thong, just push it out of the way. I needed your cock all the way here.” Merina said. She smiled and blushed as she said this. Her body moved into position and Conner moaned at the sight. Sure enough, Merina wore a thong. He could now see the tight globes of her ass as one of her hands raised the top of that slit inches to reveal how little she wore underneath.

“Which one, Delilah? Which toy do you want me to fuck your well-used cunt with next?” My eyes locked on the thick, veined silicone. “The big one,” I whispered, “Fuck me with the big one, Thorne.” A dark, approving sound rumbled in his chest. “Greedy girl.” He lifted the toy, its length imposing, the surface slick with the oil he’d coated it with. He pressed the cold, flat side of his knife against my inner thigh. “Hold still.” He positioned the broad tip at my entrance, and I braced myself. He didn’t ease it in. He rammed it.

His breathy voice came through the speakers. "Babe, you look so beautiful today. The thought of you marrying a loser like Emory makes me sick. A broke nobody like him isn't worthy of you." His voice carried through the speakers across the entire ballroom. "Just thinking about him taking my sloppy seconds and treating them like a prize cracks me up. Don't use a condom. Hopefully, you'll get pregnant with my baby today. Let him march into the wedding looking like a complete cuckold—now that's what I call a real wedding gift."

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.

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.

Chapter 51 It’s 7pm and I am all ready to go. I am buffed, polished, exfoliated, waxed, and plucked within an inch of my life. Wearing a dark pink, floor length gown with a sweetheart neckline and no back I feel both sexy as hell and exposed at the same time. Teetering down the stairs to leave the palace I am glad I won the heel height argument with my brothers and managed to convince them to let me wear a sensible height.

Derek said and moved his hand to my stomach and down to my V slipping his finger inside me again and I moaned. “ Ahh ” “ We could go one more round right here in the bathtub ” he said changing the topic and my eyes widened and looked at him. One more round ?