Panty Fetish Diaries – Part 1

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‘Mmm yeessss…’ I murmured as my cock began to throb in my hand, just as it had a hundred times before. It was guaranteed that more blood would rush to my genitals, giving me the largest erection possible, when the familiar scent of snatch filled my nostrils. I pleased my engorged member with a gentle caress by my right hand, while my left held the creamy crotch of my latest panty find to my face… ***** My panty fetish started when almanbahis I was sixteen. Of course, I lived at home with my parents and like all boys my age I had an obsession with the new kit between my legs. I remember staying up until the early hours of the morning, engaging in mammoth masturbation sessions. Having my family round meant I often had to tug when I got the chance, bash one out quickly here and there when I got a spare almanbahis yeni giriş 30 seconds. But at night when everyone had gone to bed I would stay up late, stroking my cock for hours, building up to huge explosive orgasms that would cover me in hot young spunk. Those are stories for another day. My incorporation with panties in these sessions I put down to Babestation. During some of these sessions I would sneak almanbahis giriş downstairs to take a look at the naughty sluts on TV. It seems silly now as it’s all so tame in comparison to real porn. But at the time without a computer in my room I was a bit stuck for hot girls to look at, it had to do. The fact that they stripped right down to their tiny little panties was amazing. I got to see plenty of hot girls, but the tease seemed to make it more exciting. Imaging what was inside their underwear was such a turn on. I longed for a peak! The morning after one of these sessions I was getting dressed in my room when I noticed my neighbour, Grace, in the garden next door.

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