Panty Adjustment 1

"Hey, calm down, this always happens in the photoshoots we' professionals do", Samir proclaimed, shamelessly, making Jenny calm down a little as she stopped spinning around. "I can solve this. Come here."

Jenny moved closer to him as he put down his camera, facing both of them, just for safety and moved both of his hands under her skirt, hugging her tightly as her boobs smashed against his face and grabbed the waistband of her panties.

Samir buried his face deeper into Jenny’s pillowy cleavage, inhaling the heady mix of sweat and her floral perfume as his fingers hooked into the waistband of her damp panties. His cock is now very tight and overflowing with blood, struggling to remain hidden. Almost playing a game of touch and go with her squishy, juicy lips, making a damp mark where the tip of his penis should be. Precum oozes like slime, making Samir more and more uncomfortable.

The fabric clung to her fat pussy like a second skin, the heat radiating off her folds making his cock twitch violently in his pants. "Let’s just...ah..adjust these," he muttered, voice muffled by her tits, her softness rubbing on his face.

"Too close, Samir", Jenny gasped a little, trying to find a place for her hands and ultimately placing them on the door. Where, on the other side of it, her beloved son was listening intently for anything at all.

"It's okay, I need to adjust them, you don't want them showing in the photos, right?" He said, looking at her ethereal face and rosy lips, begging to be kissed and ravaged. He gulped again, a common occurrence now.

"No..oh..no I don't", she said, looking at Allie, trying to find any solace in her, who was just standing, rubbing her thighs together slowly. For some reason, Allie was getting more and more uncomfortable down there. Must be the heat, she thought.

Without any further warning, Samir yanked the panties higher, the elastic snapping against her skin with a wet thwack.

Jenny gasped, her massive tits jiggling against Samir’s face as the sudden friction made the soaked cotton grind against her swollen lips. "O-oh! Samir, that’s...nngh...too tight!" she whined, but her hips instinctively rocked forward, grinding her pussy against the now-wedged fabric. Samir could feel her wetness seeping through, the warmth of her cunt pressing against his knuckles as he "fixed" her panties with rough, deliberate tugs.

"It's okay, Jenny, models have to take a little pain", He said as he yanked the panties upwards again.

The damp fabric squeaked against her skin, rolling upward until the fabric of her panties was wedged between her swollen pussy. Trying to push into her sweet hole and rubbing against the clit. Making Jenny get jolts of electric pleasure, as she rocked ass forward, pushing the protected pussy of a devoted wife and mom towards Samir's throbbing cock.

He too didn't let go of this chance and started rubbing himself, trying to guess where the fabric might end up if he pushed a little more. Jenny's breath hitched, her thighs trembled as the cotton seam sawed against her swollen lips, **** to ride up into the crease of her pussy with every tug of her son's friend.