Panty Adjustment 2

"Nnngh...Samir, it's, ah! pinching..." she gasped, her nails scratching at the doorframe as her body arched forward involuntarily. The skirt hem rode up past the curve of her ass now, exposing the obscene way the panties bisected her cheeks, the fabric straining to contain the sheer amount of her flesh. Samir smirked against her tits, his tongue darting out to trace the salty valley between her soft, heavenly meat while his fingers teased the waistband higher, centimetre by centimetre.

Making her wetness and her juices that were involuntarily flowing make the thin fabric of her panties more and more wet, dropping on the floor.

"Uhhh...ahh...Samir, honey...I-AAAHH"

Samir finally loosened his grip, but gave Jenny's panties one last vicious yank, pulling them so high they disappeared entirely into her ass. Making a thong out of her normal housewife panties. Except it was not even a thong, just some fabric stuck to the wet pussy that she forgot to take out after some intense vibrator time. Well, at least that's what it looked like anyway.

The damp fabric pushed so far up into her sweet pink folds that her now shining, swollen lips were outside, and thin cotton was stuck between them. A choked gasp escaped Jenny as she instinctively arched her back, pressing her ass against Samir's cock, which strained against his sweatpants.

Jenny lost her balance with this sudden attack and fell on Samir, pushing both of them towards the door as it groaned under their combined weight, as Jenny's knees buckled, her damp thighs slapping together with a wet smack.

Allie almost went forward to catch them, but stopped in her tracks as Samir "caught' her by letting this delicious mom slump against him, her pussy grinding against the rigid outline of his cock through his sweatpants. The soaked fabric of her ruined panties was the only barrier left, which, honestly, was not much of a barrier anyway.

Jack must be agonising over what the fuck is going on here, Samir thought in between his enjoyment, making his hands push against her breasts, trying to "Catch" her. Digging his fingers deep into her meaty tits, feeling like he was in heaven.

"Ah...Samir, I..." Jenny's breath hitched as she tried to steady herself, fingers scrambling against the doorframe. Behind them, Allie let out a tiny whimper, worrying if Jenny and Samir were all right.

Samir's fingers dug deeper into Jenny's pillowy flesh as he pretended to steady her, his thumbs brushing against the stiff peaks of her nipples through the white shirt, which was almost translucent at this point. She gasped, whether to pull away or press closer, even she didn't seem to know, just trying her best to steady herself by placing her hands on the door.

"Oh, calm down, Jenny, you almost crushed me!" Samir said, still not removing his palms from her tits, pushing them away as he digs more deeply into her chest by pretending to help her stand straight.

"I-I'm sorry, sweetie. It's just, you didn't give a warning." Jenny said sheepishly, adjusting her skirt but not touching her panties again. Afraid that Samir will have to "re-adjust" them.

Jenny’s breath came in shallow gasps as she struggled to regain her footing, her thighs slick with sweat, gliding over each other. The damp fabric of her panties had ridden up so far that the thin strip of cotton was now little more than a flimsy divider between her swollen lips. Every shift of her weight sent a jolt through her, the rough seam grinding against her clit in a way that made her toes curl and gasp with each step she took.

Allie hovered nearby, her own thighs rubbing together unconsciously as she watched Jenny’s wet blouse clinging to her every curve. "Maybe... maybe we should start the shoot now," Allie murmured, her voice uncharacteristically hesitant. She helped Jenny get steady.

Samir finally let go of her tits, much to his disappointment, and grabbed the camera from the floor. Taking a thorough look at both plump bitches and finally getting out.