Novel & Cerita Wedgies In Tighty Whities

"I saw that blue one, and didn't bother looking at the rest." Peeking from under her lashes, she took note of his statement. Other men might have gone through the whole bag, fantasizing about some of the riskier pieces in there. Chrissie held up the white teddy her mother spoke of earlier, and she almost laughed. It would take a crowbar, some duct tape and two weeks of starving herself to squeeze into that contrivance.

Wayne pushed the wedding dress over my hips and pressed it down to the bed with my hands so that I could see him. With my legs spread, I could see the white thong and a small bulge underneath it with a wet spot forming in the middle. Wayne then pressed his palm against my bulge, and I let out a moan. "Ooooh!" I moaned and gripped onto the wedding dress. "That's a big clit for a girl," Wayne said to me. "Are you sure it's not just a small cock?" "No!" I shouted as his palm rubbed up and down the outside of my thong. "It's my clit! I don't have a cock!"

Next, I wrapped the tiny skirt around my waist and reached back to zip it up. It was incredibly tight. I had to wiggle my hips several times, shimmying until I managed to get the zip all the way up. The hem sat dangerously high. Finally, only the shoes, panties, and plug remained.

It was backless and the only zipper on it was over my butt so I could wiggle into it and have it be tight across my ass. "Excuse me, Gwen, but I seem to be having difficulty with this zipper, could you please give me a hand." Of course I was having problems with the zipper. It was at least one size too small. She came into the dressing room with me and tried zipping it up, noticing in the process I had no underwear. The zipper didn't go low enough to reveal my plug, but wasn't far removed from it. "I think you picked one out too small for you. Can I get a couple larger sizes for you to try on?"