Creamy Wet Panties Novels & Stories

Trembling, weak at the knees, I unzipped it and let it fall to the floor. "Remove those panties." Complying, I lowered them, noticing the wet spot in the narrow cotton lining that had soaked up my juices. "I'll take those. You won't be getting them back. By the way, start wearing sexier, thong-style panties from now on." I said, "Yes, sir" as I handed my panties to him across his desk. He inspected the wet spot, smelled it, then put my panties in his desk drawer. "You know what this is, don't you Miss Choi?" he said, glancing at the plug.

I get up and take her into the bathroom and lock us in. "Let me see those flooded panties ",I yank my sweats down my cock hard and leaking for her. She whimpers and touches me getting more cum. Fuck I'm going to nut if she keeps this up. I gently pull her pants down and true to her word she is flooded. Her panties are soaked. "Hunter please",she begs. I kneel and tear the panties off before I lick her cream a growl in my throat at the taste. She taste sweet.

I crossed the room in three shaky steps and snatched my panties from her fingers. They were warm. Soaked. The crotch was heavy with her cum, the lace sticking to itself in glossy strands. The scent hit me—sweet, feminine, with that sharp edge of pure lust—and my pussy clenched so hard I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.

With that goal in mind, I slip my hand between us and brush a knuckle over her panties. “Is all this for me?” The material covering her pussy is soaking wet.

I stood in my bra and lacey panties—which were already soaked—with my slick cream dripping down my thighs. I removed my bra with ease, and my large breasts spilled out. Each nipple stood hard and flushed, swollen from need. Fuck! I rolled it between my fingers so hard that I gasped, my back arching so hard that it seemed like it was going to split. My fingers hooked the side of my panties, and I rolled it down; it pulled beneath me. I pressed a finger to my pussy lips, and it was damn soaked. I raised my shiny finger up and dipped it into my mouth, leaking it hungrily.

I did, and she would be one by the time I was done with her. She shoved off her yoga, pants exposing a matching pair of cream-hued panties. They were so delicious, the front soaked with her excitement. I couldn't wait for her to show off her thick bush. I just knew her black curls would be dripping with pussy cream. She folded her yoga pants just as carefully as her blouse, setting them on those garments. Then she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties. She pushed those off, the fabric rolling as it slid over her curving rump and lush thighs.

I whispered under my breath, grabbing the counter for balance. I wiped myself with shaking hands, but it was useless. I was still wet. Still leaking. My inner thighs were glossy. My scent filled the room like heat. Damon. His name pulsed through my chest again. I bent quickly, grabbed the ruined panties from the floor, stared at the soaked fabric for a second, then shoved them into the trash like they were evidence. Another knock. Louder this time. “You dead in there or just drowning in your own cum?” one of the girls laughed from outside.

Already aroused, that German voice in her head kicked Sabrina's libido up to a thirteen on a ten point scale. Her playmates in easy reach, she wiggled out of her jeans. She sighed, wondering how long the wet spot had been showing on her crotch. Hopefully she'd not been walking around with it at work. She mopped herself with her panties and tossed them in the hamper thinking she'd need to do the wash tomorrow because she was going through underwear at an alarming rate. She was still wet, because the panty bath hadn't done any good.

Amber’s nipples were almost as hard as my cock. The short skirt was the next to go. She thrust out her chest as she reached behind her waist to release the skirt’s button and zipper. She was then swaying in front of me in nothing but the smallest of silky pink bikini panties. The pink panties wonderfully accented her beautiful light brown skin. The crotch of her panties was already soaked with her juices. A few brief strokes to her pubic mound with her flattened hand, and the panties were quickly cast aside.

I whispered, unable to stop myself from begging for more. Axel smirked as he ran his fingers over the damp fabric of my panties, the thin material barely providing any barrier between his teasing strokes and my aching clit. "You're so deliciously wet, baby girl," he murmured, his voice a sinful whisper that made me shiver with anticipation. His fingers pressed down on my clit through my soaked panties, making me whimper and squirm beneath him. Axel expertly traced circles around the sensitive nub, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive me wild but never enough to bring me over the edge. I could feel my wetness seeping through the fabric, my panties becoming even more soaked with