Creamy Wet Panties Novels & Stories

Her legs were shaky as she turned off the water and dried her face. She dropped her charcoal-gray trousers and pink panties and sat on the toilet. A glance told her that those panties were drenched. Her hand reached out to grab the rag from the edge of the sink, pulling it once again to her face. Her other hand snaked down between her thighs to spread the petals of her soaking wet little pussy. She shook as soon as the tip of her finger touched her sensitive little button.

Susan wore simple cotton panties, white and virginal, a stark contrast to the raw desire that now consumed her. Kayla’s fingers, hot and insistent, hooked into the waistband of Susan’s panties, pulling them down slowly, deliberately. Susan watched, mesmerized, as the fabric slid down her thighs, revealing the dark, moist triangle between her legs. A sweet, musky scent, uniquely female, filled the air. “God, you’re already so wet for me, aren’t you?” Kayla’s voice was a low growl, her eyes devouring the sight. She leaned in, her nose brushing against Susan’s pussy, inhaling deeply. “Mmm, smells so good. So sweet.”

The creamy streak forms soft lumps down my sticky pussy and wet thighs. Hopefully, she sees what she seeks. I swing my hips a bit generously, taunting her old nerves. Once in the female restroom, I slide my hand beneath my skirt, toss my cotton pants aside, and clean up my used cunt, wiping off the thick cream that fills up the first fold of the tissue. Again, I swipe, wiping off our sins that were dumped on me. “Hmm,” I sigh. The occasional strokes of my fingers on my soft skin remind me of his cock pushing…

Never get enough of her. The panties stopped halfway down her thighs. A string of her arousal connected her core to the soaked fabric, glistening in the lamplight. "Dios," I breathed. "You're drenched for me, Fiera. So fucking perfect." I stripped off my shirt, then my jeans and boxers. My cock sprang free, heavy and aching. I've never had this much precum leaking at once. Tonight's load would come in fast and heavy. I wrapped one hand around myself and stroked once, hissing at the contact.

Wetness slick and heavy, soaking through my panties. Without turning to face him, I let my back remain against his chest. I wanted to feel him this way; hot, broad, looming over me. My hand slid down, trembling with urgency, until one finger hooked the thin band of my panties. I dragged it aside, gasping softly as the cool air met my swollen heat. I could feel how wet I was, dripping, shameless. My fingers brushed against myself, and I whimpered at my own touch. But I didn’t linger.

The position left her waist directly at my eye level, and with her spread legs and how non-existent her skirt was, I could see a dark, wet spot right in the center of her crimson panties. "It was just like this," she said, as she brought two of her fingers between her legs and began rubbing that spot. Zoey's eyes closed as her breathing picked up, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her fingers and how the wet patch was slowly getting larger. "What were you doing as you imagined this?" she asked, eyes still closed.

I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and yanked my drenched panties down my legs kicking them off to the side, the cool office air hitting my bare soaked pussy and making me gasp as my puffy lips parted on their own. My clit was sticking out hard and shiny, my folds all swollen and coated in thick white cream that kept oozing out of my hole as I opened my thighs wider on the table. He moved in closer pulling on a fresh glove then muttering under his breath and tugging it right back off again so his bare fingers hovered just above my dripping cunt. “Good girl look at this messy soaked cunt already dripping everywhere just from watching the models,” he said low and filthy as he finally slid two

I felt heat spread up my thigh, causing my p*ssy lips to close around the crotch of my now taut panties. He moved his hand down to my below, and shoved it in my panties without wasting time. He began searching for my cunt which he found immediately, and not surprisingly, already wet…very wet. His fingers slipped in as his thumb brushed my clit, I hissed quietly as I slowly thrust against his fingers that were already pumping so much pleasure into my body right now -and he hadn't even started doing anything yet. I couldn't hold it in any more, I moaned softly as his fingers started moving in and out of my very tight p*ssy. My walls wouldn't stop clutching on his fingers, and I love it.

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I moaned seductively. “You’ve gotten very wet. Your panties are soaked here…” Adrian whispered alluringly into my ear as he pressed his finger against my crotch through my panties. He began stroking me through the thin fabric of my panties and the texture of the fabric began rubbing against my soaked entrance and my sensitive clit. I moaned at the pleasure of his touch as I wished that he would start touching me there directly. His pleasurable touches only made me wetter down there. I felt another gush of hot heat in between my legs, and I started feeling embarrassed at how hot and wet I was getting.