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Panty Lesbians - Girls that love panties. She will beg her mistress for a sniff.Panty Lesbians - Girls that love panties. She will beg her mistress for a sniff. By Jenny Kay "Come here," she said softly. "Tonight, my pretty girl, I will teach you how to make sweet panty-love with a woman." I smiled nervously, receiving her eager kiss on my trembling lips. "Panty-love?" I answered. "I'm not sure what you mean." Her bright blue eyes glinted mischievously. "I will show you what I mean. Come over here, and stand in front of me." I obeyed without hesitation, though I remained puzzled and intrigued. She knew how much I wanted her to seduce me, to make love to me, to teach me all the things I desperately wanted to know. Breathlessly I stood before her, my spine tingling as she unbuttoned my blouse and tore it off my quivering body. "Don't be frightened," she whispered, pressing a finger to my lips. "Try to relax." I watched in fascination when she sank to the floor, her hands gripping my slender waist as she knelt at my feet. She commented on the elegance of my stretchy black cotton sport-bra and asked if my panties matched it, her eyes gleaming with suppressed excitement when I nodded. Licking her lips in anticipation she unzipped my jeans and hauled them down, tugging them off so brutally that I felt like a captive being stripped for punishment. For a while she stared at my black bikini panties in silence, her face barely six inches from my crotch. Standing there in my underwear I felt curiously naked and vulnerable, but the prospect of being given a lesson in kinky sex by this gorgeous lesbian sent shivers through my body. Kneeling closer she trailed her lips across my stomach, poking her wet tongue into my bellybutton until I giggled. At the same time, her hands roamed up my legs to clasp my buttocks, her fingers squeezing my ass through my panties, the sensation making me gasp in delight. "You're so beautiful," she murmured, peering up at me while her fingers caressed the deep cotton groove between my butt-cheeks. I shrugged, smiling down at her lovely face. "So are you," I replied softly. "Your panties are a wonderfully tight fit," she observed, smiling as she kissed the smooth material. Suddenly she clamped her mouth on my vagina, her lips parting as her tongue flicked out to tease the outlined shape of my labia through the thin barrier of my underwear. With the tip of her tongue she found my tingling clit and subjected it to the most exquisite torment, nibbling it through the black cotton. Her licking and fingering became more and more frantic, her right hand clawing along the gusset of my panties while her left squeezed my bottom. My knees turned to jelly and I could barely stand upright, my chest heaving as I gasped for breath. Throwing back my head I gazed up at the ceiling and saw it spinning wildly. Then, like a surging tide, my orgasm welled up to flood through every vein and sinew. I cried out, my hands clasping her head, pulling her face into my panty-crotch and feeling her teeth biting my cunt through the material. For what seemed like a long time I stood quivering and panting, my spine bucking at each delicious spasm until the climax subsided. "Is this a lesson in panty-love?" I asked, trying to catch my breath. "If so, I'm ready to learn more about it."
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