Knicker Lovin’ Man
Bruce’s ‘home alone’ treat is to wear his wife’s dainty panties
Bruce was using the vacuum to clean the lounge. He’d closed the curtains, and was enjoying parading around dressed only in a pair of his wife’s knickers. His lean body and pale skin provided a stark backdrop to the black lacy concoction he’d borrowed. Their bikini shape cupped his cock and balls snugly, while his length was just-about contained by the fabric. He moved about with the vac, bending and stretching exaggeratedly, wearing an expression of bliss.
Soon he set the vac aside, his swelling dick now straining against the knickers, tenting their dimensions obscenely. He’d never seen his cock so big, he was truly enjoying the sensation of delicate fabrics rubbing, dragging between his buttocks and barely containing his meaty protuberance.
Bruce’s package looked big in contrast with those flimsy little panties, which by now were struggling to give him decent coverage. The tip of his cock, which had escaped its lacy confines, showed its purple head, and drooled salty precum.
Bruce sat on the sofa, legs spread apart. He slid a hand sensuously down the front of his body. Inveigling it underneath the ribboned front of the panties he began fondling. Using light, exploratory touches on himself, he awoke surges of lust, judging by the…
