1. The Perfect Panties


    Date: 5/3/2016, Categories: Fetish, Author: Seros, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    beautifully showing where her legs and lips hugged her sex. I couldn’t believe how strong her scent was. I didn’t think I should, but I had to – I just had to taste it. I slowly and carefully licked the gusset, still stained with her heavenly juices. I was entranced as I brought my tongue into my mouth and let my taste buds experience what my nose had already experienced. It was euphoric beyond what I had ever imagined (and I had tried to imagine, a lot). Her scent was truly delicious. I could have stayed there, sniffing her black lace panties for hours. My penis was bulging in my pants, as the pheromones were beyond control. I sat on the edge of her bed, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my penis. I stood up, and stuck my hard cock between her panties, and let the tip rest right in the gusset. Meghan’s black panties hung on my thick cock, and I could only imagine what she would think if she knew what I was doing right now, rifling through her most personal garments. My penis was already wet, the tip dripping with precum. I left a drop, just a dab, right where her lips parted, and another where her clit would be. It took everything in me to not take Meghan’s panties with me. To go back to work, and then home, and lie in bed with ...
    a piece of her covering my face, constantly sniffing and inhaling every last bit. I too wanted nothing than to finish myself and cum in her panties; however I was worried she would notice her black lace panties stuck together, hard as a rock, with my cum down the middle. I went into the bathroom, with her panties still draped on my hard cock. With my left hand, I held them on my face, imagining Meghan sitting on my face and tasting every piece of her. I imagined my tongue buried in her pussy. I imagined her grinding, harder, and faster, and then slowing down and asking me to suck on her clit. Her juices, covering my face, as she breathed heavier and heavier and letting herself lose control. I imagined that perfect smile, her dimples slight with delight, as she looked down at me between her legs. I stroked myself harder. I simply couldn’t hold back anymore. I released my load, with her black panties still covering my face. I went back into her room. I put Meghan’s panties back in the basket. Then her t-shirt, and last, her shorts. Everything, folded perfectly as if she had thrown them in after getting out of the shower. I went back out the basement, to my car, and texted Meghan and Taryn, “Thanks! I put some tools in the basement.”
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