Novel & Cerita Slimy Panties

He really enjoyed himself. Susan let out a breath as she realize just how soaked her pussy is. My panties are drenched. Fuck. She brush a lock of raven hair back behind her ear as she swallow weakly. Throwing the skirt off of her body, she stretch before getting up from the chair. Then she slide her soaked panties down her legs. Once she toss the dirty underwear into the air, she head to the bed and dig out her new dildo.

“Go ahead and get clean.” I gulp. Oh god, can I do it? Can I shower in front of the hottest men I’ve ever met, letting them see my everything? And the real Lily takes over then because with a soft nod, I reach down. Slowly hooking my fingers into the sides of the thin elastic, I pull my panties down, the cotton easing to my knees. And oh god, it’s embarrassing. Because a thin strand of pussy cum connects my hole to the soft fabric, clear and juicy, evidence of my need.

I did, and she would be one by the time I was done with her. She shoved off her yoga, pants exposing a matching pair of cream-hued panties. They were so delicious, the front soaked with her excitement. I couldn't wait for her to show off her thick bush. I just knew her black curls would be dripping with pussy cream. She folded her yoga pants just as carefully as her blouse, setting them on those garments. Then she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties. She pushed those off, the fabric rolling as it slid over her curving rump and lush thighs.

He smirks when he sees my black lace panties and brings his nose to my crotch. He takes a whiff of my panties and his fingers wrap around the lace. With one brutal yank, Sir Oliver rips the delicate fabric in two, shredding it like paper in his hand. I gasp at the sudden exposure, my body shaking from the thrill of it all. I'm soaking wet. The ruined panties flutter to the ground like fallen petals. My bare flesh meets Sir Oliver's starving gaze. And yes, I'm smoothly shaved this time. Call me crazy but I've been shaving everyday since that night. And I've taken an interest in wearing panties more often.

The ones that I thought were younger guys always had thicker, sweeter tasting cum and came a lot. After that first trip, they took good care of my cock while I took care of theirs. I always left the bathroom with some girl's panties around my hard cock and a belly full of cum. It didn't matter how many times they made me cum, I never went soft the whole time. I wouldn't go soft until I went home and beat off a couple more times with the new panties. I had more than thirty pairs of silky panties of all sizes and styles before it was all over. I had little girl panties, g-strings, crotchless and granny panties, but always silky panties.

My hand fisted the armrest, my balls aching as I fought the urge to lunge. She spun slowly, her ass flexing in her jeans. She bent over just enough to pop the zipper, dragging it down tooth by tooth. She peeled the denim off her creamy, slim-thick thighs before kicking them free to leave her in simple white cotton panties. They were plastered wet to her pussy, the crotch see-through and dark. Holy fuck, she’s drenched. Those good-girl panties were wrecked. I can’t wait to rip them aside and tongue-fuck that creamy slit till she soaks my face.