Sharing My Panties-My Used Panties Were His Fantasy ♕

“I want to savor your scent.”

This sentiment was familiar to me. My boyfriend constantly talked about how much sharing my panties would turn him on. The first time he asked for a pair, I remember blushing shyly. He was kissing me deeply, his tongue snaking from my mouth down to my neck. As a result, I could feel myself getting wetter by the moment.

He knew it as well. Next, he reached down, a moan escaping his lips as he ran his fingers up and down my slit. Rubbing me through the white lace of my panties, he felt just how moist I’d become.

“You’re so wet!”

He whispered eagerly in my ear while tracing circles around my clit.

Sharing my panties was something that had never really crossed my mind. But I could tell how much my boyfriend seemed to like this particular pair.

For now, his fingers toyed with my pussy through the thin lace. As a result, I couldn’t resist grinding against his fingers. He had made me so wet. Under my panties, my pussy dripped incessantly. I could feel its wetness sliding down to my tight asshole.

“You should let me have them,” he urged.

“Have what?” I moaned, too distracted by how he pushed his finger into me through my panties.

“These,” he replied, tugging at the waistband.

The thought of sharing my panties with him suddenly made me feel shy.

On the other hand, it made me feel sexy—just like when I had my personal piggy bank. After all, I knew just how much my boyfriend loved playing with my pussy. He looked at me expectantly, licking his fingertips clean. My juices had seeped through and covered his hand. I couldn’t believe how wet he could make me.

I could feel myself blushing coyly. Nevertheless, I lifted my hips off the bed slightly.

“They’re all yours,” I insisted.

He positioned himself between my legs, pausing to kiss my legs as he slid my panties down.

Something about the excitement in his eyes made me happy I was sharing my panties with him.

When he reached my ankles, he slipped my panties off. I could see the juices from them glistening on his hand. Then, he held them to his nose, inhaling deeply. I watched as his tongue parted his lips, and he licked the crotch eagerly.

Before this moment, I had no idea that sharing my panties would turn me on the way it did.

I reached down, stroking his hard cock as he held my panties to his face. Bending over, I gripped his stiff shaft and lapped the precum off his tip. He moaned into the fistful of lace as I opened my mouth, taking him in. With attention to his full balls, I massaged them, causing his moans to grow.

I could tell he had fantasized about sharing my panties before.

At the same time, my mouth moved up and down his hardness. I motioned for him to pass me the panties, spread my legs, and balled the panties up. I was going to the next level of panty-sharing. Moaning onto his cock, I pushed the bundle of lace inside my tight wet pussy. I felt my walls squeeze against the fabric I pulled them out slowly.

Instead of handing them back to him, I wrapped the wet lace around his hard cock. Moving them up and down, I watched the blissful expression on his face. Thrusting his hips, he slid himself in and out of my mouth, likewise matching the motion of my hand.

When I felt him throb, I moved my mouth down to his balls while I continued stroking him with the soft fabric. He twitched in my hand. “Cum in my panties,” I begged as he reached his climax. As he released his creamy load, it covered the lace.

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