I don't have an idea of when exactly that morbo began for women's innerwear, but if some indications. I remember opening my mom's lingerie drawer and smelling her bras with devotion. She had important tits. They were my devotion. Big, heavy, with body.
I also remember the transparent pantyhose of my old man's second wife. The tulle, the lace, lycra. The smell of clean underwear from those pantyhose. I always liked women's innerwear when it was clean and had a tasty smell.
The most precise memories I have are from my student days in Capital. An internal department that could be reached through a long hallway and where the family lived whose eldest daughter was barely younger than us who were in college and had a beautiful booty. Much gym. She loved her booty. She would show it off knowing no one could resist looking at it. She didn't have much bust, but that booty was unforgettable.
The first time I saw thongs on sale at the market gave me great curiosity. It brought back memories of my youth. I spent days thinking about those thongs until one night I passed by and saw her hanging there. I climbed up the hallway wall and grabbed her. I think it was one of the first times I felt that adrenaline rush, that acceleration of the heart, that trembling in my legs...that beautiful feeling of fear and pleasure that I would feel so many times afterwards and that is an addiction. My addiction.
That night I kept her in my pants pocket. I lived with other guys. I don't know when I ended up alone at home, but I remember taking her out. It was a cheap thrill. Blanca. She had a tasty smell. I smelled her, enjoyed her...in an impulse I undressed and put her on. I wanted to feel it. That sleeping cock exploded and came out all over the place. I looked in the mirror and in three strokes I finished everything. I saw my hand in the mirror where the cum was sliding off and that little thong...what a tasty moment.
That fetish of putting on thongs didn't last long. Those were times when Not so popular as they are now, those who didn't have a tail. That girl was innovative. I don't know how much I got from her. I don't know how many wanks I dedicated to her.
This is a summary of the beginning. Someday when I finished the main story. I'll abound in these small stories about my addiction.
I also remember the transparent pantyhose of my old man's second wife. The tulle, the lace, lycra. The smell of clean underwear from those pantyhose. I always liked women's innerwear when it was clean and had a tasty smell.
The most precise memories I have are from my student days in Capital. An internal department that could be reached through a long hallway and where the family lived whose eldest daughter was barely younger than us who were in college and had a beautiful booty. Much gym. She loved her booty. She would show it off knowing no one could resist looking at it. She didn't have much bust, but that booty was unforgettable.
The first time I saw thongs on sale at the market gave me great curiosity. It brought back memories of my youth. I spent days thinking about those thongs until one night I passed by and saw her hanging there. I climbed up the hallway wall and grabbed her. I think it was one of the first times I felt that adrenaline rush, that acceleration of the heart, that trembling in my legs...that beautiful feeling of fear and pleasure that I would feel so many times afterwards and that is an addiction. My addiction.
That night I kept her in my pants pocket. I lived with other guys. I don't know when I ended up alone at home, but I remember taking her out. It was a cheap thrill. Blanca. She had a tasty smell. I smelled her, enjoyed her...in an impulse I undressed and put her on. I wanted to feel it. That sleeping cock exploded and came out all over the place. I looked in the mirror and in three strokes I finished everything. I saw my hand in the mirror where the cum was sliding off and that little thong...what a tasty moment.
That fetish of putting on thongs didn't last long. Those were times when Not so popular as they are now, those who didn't have a tail. That girl was innovative. I don't know how much I got from her. I don't know how many wanks I dedicated to her.
This is a summary of the beginning. Someday when I finished the main story. I'll abound in these small stories about my addiction.
7 comentários - Mi adicción. Historia de tangas, hermanas y cuñado.
y ese morbo lo tuvimos unos cuantos
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