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• Cum In My panties so i can wear them

  April 20, 2026

  

  Cum In Panties: Rory the 20-Year-Old Nasty Little Whore

  Your filthy 20-year-old panty slut who loves wearing fresh loads

  CUM IN PANTIES • PANTY FETISH • GOONING • CREAMPIE PANTIES • NASTY LITTLE WHORE

  I let my horny friend goon and explode in my dirty panties… then slid them right back on my waiting cunt.

  Cum In Panties

  Hey pervs, it’s Rory—your favorite 20-year-old nasty little whore—back with another filthy confession that’ll make your cocks throb. I love cum in panties more than anything, and last night I gave my horny friend exactly what he’s been begging for. I slipped off my soaked little thong, still warm and sticky from my dripping cunt, and handed it right over so he could goon hard and pump a thick creamy load straight into them. Then I slid those cum-filled panties right back on and let his hot jizz smear all over my waiting cunt. Fuck, it felt so nasty and perfect.

  We were chilling in my room after I’d been teasing him for hours—grinding on his lap, flashing my shaved pussy, whispering how I wanted him to ruin my panties. His cock was already leaking through his shorts when I stood up, hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my black lace thong, and peeled it down my smooth thighs. The crotch was shiny with my slutty juices. I dangled them in front of his face and said, “These are yours now. Goon to them. Cum in panties like the desperate perv you are.”

  

  He didn’t waste a second. He wrapped my warm, wet thong around his throbbing cock and started stroking like a man possessed. I sat across from him on the bed, legs spread wide, fingering my bare cunt while I watched. “Sniff them, baby. That’s my whore pussy you’re smelling. Stroke faster—I want a massive load soaking every inch.” His eyes rolled back, veins popping in his neck, grunting like an animal. The wet slapping sounds mixed with my own moans as I rubbed my clit faster.

  

  Cum in panties — that’s when it happened. He buried his face in the crotch of my panties and let out this guttural groan. Thick ropes of hot cum exploded out of him, splattering deep into the fabric, flooding the gusset until it was heavy and dripping with his creamy load. I could see it oozing through the lace—white, sticky, and so fucking much of it. My pussy clenched just watching him empty his balls into my dirty panties.

  I crawled over, snatched them from his shaking hand, and stepped right back into them. The second the cum-soaked crotch pressed against my swollen cunt lips I gasped. His warm load squelched between my folds, coating my clit and sliding up inside me like the sluttiest creampie ever. I rocked my hips, grinding his cum deeper, feeling it smear all over my waiting cunt while I moaned like the nasty little whore I am. “Mmm, I’m wearing your cum in panties right now… and I’m not taking them off all night.”

  

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• Anthony Lamonica Fucks Mommy

  March 27, 2026

  The room was dark, the kind of thick midnight silence that wraps around you like a lover’s thighs. Anthony Lamonica lay on his back in the king-sized bed he shared with Elena, his girlfriend. Her soft, even breathing filled the air—she was out cold after a long day, her body curled away from him under the sheets. But Anthony? He was wide awake, heart pounding, blood rushing south in a way that made his cock twitch and thicken against the fabric of his boxers.

  He couldn’t stop thinking about Jeanne Catherine Lamonica, his real life mother.

  God, that name alone made his dick jump. Jeanne, his mother was the ultimate forbidden fruit—an older woman, sexy as hell, with curves that had haunted his fantasies since he was old enough to jerk off.

  Full, heavy breasts that strained against whatever tight top she wore, hips that swayed with that confident, experienced rhythm, and an ass so round and juicy it made him want to bury his face in it for hours. She had that mature, sultry look: long dark hair with a few silver strands that only made her hotter, full lips painted red, and eyes that seemed to know exactly what a man needed.

  Jeanne Catherine wasn’t just hot—she was dangerous hot. The kind of woman who could ruin you with one lingering glance.

  And she was family. His real. Life. MOTHER! The one he’d always had the biggest, dirtiest crush on.

  “Fuck,” Anthony whispered under his breath, his hand sliding down his stomach as his cock grew rock-hard, tenting the sheets. Elena stirred slightly but didn’t wake. He didn’t care. His mind was already deep in the fantasy.

  He pictured Jeanne in that low-cut sundress she’d worn at the last family barbecue the one where her cleavage had been on full display, those big tits jiggling softly with every laugh. He imagined walking up behind her in the kitchen, pressing his hardening bulge against that fat, perfect ass while she pretended to reach for something on the counter. “Anthony, what are you doing?” she’d purr in that husky voice, but she wouldn’t pull away. No, Jeanne would arch her back, pushing back against him, feeling how thick and eager he was for her.

  His hand wrapped around his throbbing cock now, stroking slowly at first, squeezing the shaft as pre-cum leaked from the tip. He was leaking like a faucet just thinking about her. In his mind, he spun her around, yanked that dress down to free those glorious breasts—nipples already hard and begging to be sucked. He’d drop to his knees, bury his face between them, motorboating those soft, heavy mounds while his hands gripped her thick thighs.

  “Jeanne… fuck, Mommy Jeanne,” he groaned quietly, his strokes picking up speed. His cock was pulsing now, veins bulging, the head slick and swollen. He imagined her laughing that low, knowing laugh, then pushing his head lower. “You want this old pussy, don’t you, baby?” she’d tease, hiking up her dress and spreading her legs on the counter. She’d be wet already—dripping for her nephew’s hungry mouth. He’d devour her, tongue fucking her slick folds, sucking on her swollen clit while she gripped his hair and rode his face, those juicy thighs clamping around his head.

  Elena shifted beside him, murmuring something in her sleep. Anthony froze for half a second… then kept stroking. Harder. Faster. The risk only made it hotter. His girlfriend was right there, innocent and unaware, while he was furiously jerking his cock to the thought of railing her sexy older relative.

  In the fantasy, Jeanne was bent over now, that fat ass presented like a gift. “Come on, Anthony. Fuck your momma like you mean it.” He’d slam into her from behind, her tight, experienced cunt gripping him like a velvet vice, hotter and wetter than anything Elena could offer. Jeanne would moan loud—unashamed, filthy—pushing back to meet every thrust. “Deeper, nephew. Fill me up. I’ve wanted this cock for years.”

  Anthony’s balls tightened. He was close. So fucking close. He imagined grabbing those hips, pounding her senseless, her tits swinging wildly as she came hard around him, screaming his name. Then he’d pull out and paint those perfect ass cheeks with rope after rope of thick, hot cum—marking her as his dirty secret.

  With a choked grunt, Anthony came hard in real life, his cock erupting under the sheets. Thick spurts shot across his abs and chest as he bit his lip to stay quiet, hips bucking into his fist. The orgasm hit him like a freight train, all because of her.

  As he lay there panting, cum cooling on his skin, Elena still sleeping peacefully beside him, one thought burned in his mind:

  He needed the real thing. Jeanne Catherine Lamonica. Soon.
  One day he’d make that fantasy real—no matter how wrong it was. Because when it came to that sexy older woman, Anthony Lamonica was in absolute, throbbing lust.