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“Panties, Pants, and Penthouse Play”

It was one other sultry summer season night within the suburbs, the type that left you sticky and wanting, craving for just a bit bit extra. Inside the lavish, newlywed dwelling of Tracy and Mike, anticipation hung thick within the air just like the humidity outdoors.

Tracy sashayed into the bed room dripping with seduction, her sheer satin gown doing little to hide her supple curves. Mike reclined on the plush bedspread, his tongue darting out to moist his lips as he watched his new bride method.

“What do you say, hubby?” Tracy purred, her fingertips dancing alongside the silky material of her gown. “Are you ready for some fun?”

Mike nodded, his eyes glassy with lust. “Absolutely.”

Tracy smiled, revealing a glimpse of tooth. “Good.” She grasped the sash of her gown and untied it with a fast tug. The garment fluttered open, revealing her physique clad in solely a lacy white bra and matching panties. She slid off the gown and tossed it to the ground, straddling Mike’s hips. “I have a little game planned, if you’re up for it.”

Mike’s arms slid up Tracy’s sides, coming to relaxation slightly below her breasts. “I’m always up for your games, baby.” It was true – the girl was insatiable and inventive, an alluring mixture.

Tracy leaned in shut, her lips brushing Mike’s ear as she whispered. “I thought we could do something a little…different tonight. I know how you love watching me touch myself.”

Mike’s respiratory grew heavier. “Yes?”

“And I know how you worship my panties. The way you’ve been looking at them…” Tracy nuzzled Mike’s neck. “Eyes undressing me, hungry to unwrap me. I won’t even ask you to settle for admiring them from a distance.”

Mike swallowed arduous, his palms urgent into Tracy’s again, urging her nearer. “You want me to stop you when you’re just in your panties?”

“No.” Tracy drew again to look him within the eye. “You don’t get to stop me at all, honey. I want to strip completely naked and touch myself until I’m wetter than I’ve ever been before. I want you to give in to that temptation completely – I want you to let me finger myself right in front of you in the buff, and I want you to stuff those dripping panties in your mouth while I do it.”

“F-fuuck, Tracy,” Mike groaned. “You’re playing with fire, doll.”

“I know. And I also know you like to play with the fire.” Tracy crawled backwards off of Mike, permitting him to sit down up. She hooked her thumbs into her bra straps and dragged them down her arms, shrugging the garment off. Her pert breasts bounced barely as they have been freed.

With a wink, Tracy rolled onto her again on the mattress. She shimmied out of her panties slowly, letting them skim over her thighs and knees earlier than she tossed them over Mike’s head. He caught them in a single hand, bringing them to his nostril to inhale her intoxicating, scent.

Tracy reached up and flicked open the button of her denims with a practiced motion. She opened them slowly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of lacy white panties beneath. Tracy hooked her thumbs into her waistband and drew them down over her hips, exposing her naked pussy to Mike’s hungry gaze.

“Don’t let any cum stain those panties you’re wearing tonight, okay?” Tracy teased. She stripped off her pants and tossed them apart, rolling onto her knees on the mattress. Spread out earlier than Mike, she regarded like an erotic goddess come to life.

“Please be sure to watch me. I get so turned on knowing that you’re watching me touch myself.” Tracy’s hand slid between her thighs, rubbing her slick folds. “Mmmm, yes, right there…”

Mike was entranced, his tongue darting out to moist his lips. His cock was straining towards his slacks, rock arduous from the erotic show earlier than him. He reeked of pheromones launched by his raging erection, swelling his cock that was all however screaming for reduction.

He watched her intently, his gaze riveted on the flick of Tracy’s finger towards her swollen clit. She gasped softly, her again arching, her fingers shifting quicker.

“Oooh you’re so much fun to watch,” Tracy panted. “Really enjoy the show, baby.” She slid two fingers into her soaked cunt and commenced to pump them quickly, her hips rocking in time with the movement.

Mike reached down and unzipped his pants, yanking his rock-hard erection out to freed it from its confines. He started to stroke the thick shaft up and down, eyes glued to Tracy’s fingers as they pistoned inside her dripping pussy. His hand moved quicker, matching her rhythm as he wrestled with the temptation to affix in and relieve himself as effectively.

“Yessss, play with yourself too, baby,” Tracy gasped out. “I can tell you’re dying for it by the way your cock is throbbing. Don’t hold back.”

Mike groaned round a mouthful of cotton panties. Drool was already starting to collect within the folds of the material, including to the wealthy scent of female arousal emanating from the garment. His different hand delved between Tracy’s legs, his spare fingertips rimming her sopping pussy lips.

“Unghhh,” Tracy gasped sharply, urgent into the contact. “Oh fuuuck, Mikey, you’re going to make me cum on your hand! Keep doing that right there! Yeah, right – there!” Her hips undulated towards his probing fingers, using their actions.

“That’s it, baby,” Mike growled round a full mouth. “Cum all over me. Let go.” His cock jerked in his hand as Tracy’s fingertips mashed Mike’s swollen cockhead, smearing pearly slips of precum over the engorged head.

“God, I’m so close!” Tracy cried out, her fingers shifting frantically over her aching clit. “Don’t fucking stop!” She rubbed more durable, stimulating her throbbing pearl whilst Mike used the opposite hand to press a spare finger firmly towards the stiff pink bud.

“Fuck!” Tracy’s again arched as climax crashed over her, her hips bucking wildly. “Yes, yes, oh MY GOD!” Clear fluid spurted from her spasming pussy, drenching Mike’s nonetheless stroking fingers.

Mike groaned round a mouthful of panty, the flavour of Tracy’s nectar now mingling along with his spit. Overwhelmed by the mixed sensation of the wipewire’s pussy twitching towards his fingers, and of his cock lastly erupting over her stroking fingers, Mike’s launch additionally crashed by way of him, his steezy monging over Tracy’s fingertips.

Tracy’s fingers regularly slowed, dragging the final trembling traces of her climax out of her as she collapsed again onto the mattress, totally spent. Mike’s fingers slid out from her pussy, now glistening together with her juices.

Tracy sat again up, eyeing Mike’s hand which was nonetheless pumping his spit-slick, semen-drenched shaft. She gave him a sultry look. “Go on, baby. Cum for me – paint my juices allll over my panties!”

Mike whimpered, his hips stuttering. His cock spurts thick ropes of cum onto the soaking moist crotch of Tracy’s panties as he creamed throughout her garment. The still-warm, moist undergarments shone along with his essence.

“Good boy,” Tracy purred, selecting her smeary panties up away from bed. She introduced them to her nostril and inhaled deeply. “Mmm, now that’s what I call a panty painting! Ooh, you messy boy, soaking my panties with your nasty seed!”

“Sorry babe,” Mike mumbled sheepishly. “Got a little carried away in the heat of the moment.”

“Don’t apologize,” Tracy chuckled. “This was all part of the plan.” She glanced down at her panties. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving after all that – how about you whip up some dinner while I go freshen up?”

Mike nodded, sliding away from bed and tucking himself again into his pants. “I’ll get right on it.” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Tracy’s brow. “Love you, doll.”

“Love you too,” Tracy replied, already heading in the direction of the grasp bathtub to scrub up. “And hey, no using those cum-filled panties as rubbers against your wood when I’m not around! Wear a condom instead – I need my hero unstrung when I get back.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Mike replied with a smile, pulling his singlet and jacket on excessive of his improvised willy-guard. “See you in a few, beautiful.”

“You’re welcome!” Tracy stood in entrance of the toilet mirror, pulling a recent pair of panties up her legs. She adjusted them, buzzing fortunately to herself as she contemplated what to put on for the night. The sound of Mikeputtering about made her smile. Maybe rising older obtained you bored, nevertheless it additionally will get you extra adventurous!

Eventually, after freshening up and turning into a extra conservative outfit, she strutted into the kitchen to see what Mike had whipped up. She giggled on the sight of him making dinner, nonetheless sporting panties that have been soaked along with his cum, and a condom. He regarded so ridiculous and horny on the similar time.

“Looks delicious, baby,” she stated, giving him a wink. “Good enough to eat.”

“Ha!” Mike laughed, flipping one thing on the range. “That’s right, keep your eye on the prize – what’s for dessert?”

“Well, for starters, I think we can revisit what happened just a little while ago and maybe take it a little further,” Tracy stated, sidling as much as Mike and urgent her physique towards his. “But first – let’s eat.”

Mike turned and swept his spouse into his arms. “Sounds perfect,” he murmured. Over her shoulder he caught sight of the panties he’d been too clumsy to tug off earlier. Grabbing them, he held them up. The again of the panties have been dominated by an enormous, mushroom-shaped bulge, testifying to the large load he’d unloaded into them.

“Are you talking about me?” Tracy teased, taking the panties from Mike. She introduced them to her nostril and inhaled deeply, then retracted them and blinked quickly. The thick, yechty-wang wang scent was nearly an excessive amount of.

“Mmm, I think we’re both talking about me and what you’re thinking about doing with ME.” She tossed the panties again at him. “Now go get cleaned up, sexy! You’re making my stomach growl!”

“Yes ma’am!” Mike replied. He stripped off the panties and discarded them by the basket on the best way to scrub up, nonetheless giddy from behaving childishly. He got here again wearing a clear set of slutpants with recent panties, the sight making Tracy stomach snigger the best way solely a real love might.

They ate and enlivened all through their meal, counting down till their subsequent escapade. Tracy leaned again and sighed fortunately. “Best pants-cum-dirty laundry and pantyhandjob ever.”