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The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
Many people hide their true selves behind prudish walls, afraid to admit to anyone, even themselves, what dark passions lurk within. Those coiled passions usually spring forthwith a vengeance.
Peggy Collinsfield is one of those outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
Peggy Collinsfield hung from her ankles, upside down.
She was thankful that she was wearing panties, but that didn’t help much. They were very revealing bikini panties, panties that hugged the delicious swell of her tight ass, panties that pulled into her crotch, outlining the slit of her cunt.
Her skirt, hanging down over her face, at least concealed the shame she felt. She was blushing furiously, feeling an intense embarrassment. Although she could not see them, she knew they were looking at her, She could feel their eyes on her flesh, on the creamy smoothness of her inner thighs, could feel them gazing at the tight crotch of her panties.
She felt her cunt pucker inward as if trying to hide from them. Tears came from her eyes, and she placed her hands flat on the floor, helping to hold her weight off her ankles. She felt a hand probe at her stomach, just past the elastic waistband of her panties. The waistband was hardly more than two very thin straps at her hips. They were lacy and sexy panties, and she had worn them this evening specifically for her boyfriend.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.