My name is Donna and I'm 28. This is my story about an obsession that turned me from a girl next door into a leading Fetish Model. It came completely out of the blue. One thing lead to another...
I was dating Jason for a while. He was two years younger and very handsome. He looked after himself. I had the hots for his blonde hair and sometimes ephemeral blue eyes. I also had the hots for his 'Haus of Roma' PVC Knickers which started my journey off.
I initially laughed as he undressed. He unbuckled his thick belt and teased down his stonewashed jeans. I was hot with anticipation and then I laughed. His bulge was barely contained in a pair of glossy red plastic panties. The back was slightly wider than a thong so the PVC slid along his tight arse. I could see that he'd shaved his pubes.
He told me he'd got them off eBay. I found the courage to take a closer look as his erection strained to be free.
I traced each hem between my thumbs and forefingers. The red PVC was really stretchy. I found myself teasing the glossy sheen of his kinky knickers. My head swam with lust. I felt so hot that I pulled on my nipple bar through my white knitted top. I took a deep gulp to find myself licking his shiny knickers.
My pink satin G-string was getting wet as I felt myself readying through my throbbing girly gusset. I licked his kinky smalls and traced his fat cock within. I reached down below to work my fingers inside my black satin.
He ripped off my clothes and we fucked. That night, I remember, was the best sex we'd ever had. It was animalistic and primal. He pulled my black satin thong aside and pounded me from behind. His tightened, red face was a picture of lust as I watched him in my full-length bedroom mirror. He pounded me in his plastic knickers. His hands squeezed my tight bum and he spunked. I could feel his salty warmth spread inside my aching wet pussy.