Thong Novels & Stories

Thia murmured, her voice already raspy. Leah arched, gasping. “Oh my goodness, yes… right there.” Before I knew it, they were on the counter; Leah at the edge, legs spread wide. Thia rummaged through the drawer, pulling out a thick, double ended dildo; veiny and realistic, at least about ten inches in each side. Leah laughed breathlessly. “What if he opens the drawer and finds this there?”

It will all be fine. The voices in my head keep reminding me that I was advertised like a toy, but I have to suppress them; that’s the only thing keeping me sane right now. They decide on this blush pink… dress? If you can even call it that. It is just long enough to cover my private areas, there’s a built-in bra to help keep my breasts perky, underneath my breasts, the material is completely see-through, and I get passed a matching thong. My eyes are wide as I look up at the woman who handed it to me, and she says, “Hurry along, we don’t have all day.”

My room is stocked with everything I need to feel comfortable; It is a space that does not disturb or torture my memory when I return from the hotel where I sell my body. I wear a black thong with lace trim and a black bra that makes my breasts look rounder than they already are. My phone rings again. This time I go closer to see who scores so insistently. Unknown number. I do not drink it and I am going to turn off the water that is already past boiling.

Even Sherina had tears in her eyes. Ferdian and Thaka laughed again when Shin confidently spoke out like that. "You idiot! You think we're lying?" said Thaka in a sarcastic tone. "Hey, listen!" shouted Ferdian in his trademark voice. Even Sherina had never heard of it before. "My brother couldn't have children because his wife had problems in her womb. Then they adopted you in an orphanage. So accept that fact!" "Can you be quiet?"

Dacey sputtered. “That’s easy to fix. You just don’t wear one.” “But what will I wear?” “That lovely ... It’s called a thong, isn’t it?” “And what else? And that thong only covers my slit; my buns are completely bare.” “And they’re utterly gorgeous! With your all-over tan and the white line of the thong in your crack ... Gorgeous!” By this time the two had risen to their feet with Dace standing close just looking up at him. “And on top?” she asked.

She giggled and pulled him in for a hug not without casting me a dirty look and flicks her gaze to him. The bitch wore a black thong and small boob clothing to cover her nipples because she was bug busted with a huge ass and tiny legs with her full lips and high cheek bones filled with heavy make up. There was no way in hell she wasn't botched and didn't have a plastic surgeon attending to her body every visit.

Charlotte’s ass was still presented high, back arched deeply. The tiny red thong was completely soaked dark and clinging transparently to her meaty, swollen cunt lips. Her puffy outer lips were visibly throbbing. The thin fabric stretched tight over her dripping slit, a steady trickle of her juices running down her thick thighs. Leo hooked two fingers under the thin strip of the thong and yanked it roughly to the side, fully exposing her glistening, needy pussy. The sight made his cock twitch violently. Her cunt was puffy, dark and engorged, inner lips flushed dark pink, begging, clenching and fluttering openly as if begging to

There was a distinctive wet patch on the crotch. As embarrassing as it was to actually be turned on by wearing a thong, Michael hoped this would make him cum quicker. Michael flipped the camera on his phone to face him before sitting down on top of the toilet seat. As he did so his cock was already growing hard. The crotch of the thong was small, not meant for a cock, and his meat poked out of the side as it came to full attention. The string rubbed tightly against Michael's asshole as he gripped onto his shaft and started to stroke up and down.

I lunged at him to grab my thong, but he moved back, taking it further from my reach. "Give it back." "No." He folded it and slipped it into his pant pocket. "I'll have your thong with me, a constant reminder of exactly how your arousal smells. And you'll walk around bare underneath, knowing I have your thong with me." How can someone say something so sinful and dirty with a straight face. Meanwhile, I already knew mine was burning pink. "Zane, no. I can't walk around ba—" "Of course you can. And you will."

He traced along her midsection until he was kneeling with his head facing her thighs. The warmth between her thighs excited him and he pushed her legs apart. Anong balanced. When he rubbed her clit, her insides quaked and her hands rubbed his hairs restlessly. Denzel rubbed her juice on the clit and ticked it faster. Above him, Anong moaned faster and faster. He felt his hair pulled under her tight grips and she steadied her convulsing thighs. Ascending the heights of passion with each stroke, she began to gasp. The waves of pleasure rose and its arms plunged Denzel into the sea of passion. He pushed his fingers into her wet pussy and the scream that escaped from her mouth drowned him. He be