Creamy Wet Panties Novels & Stories

She gasped, trying to cover herself, but he caught her wrists. "Don't. I want to see you." Her bra and panties were simple cotton.....nothing fancy....but the wet patch on her panties was unmistakable. "You got wet from sucking my dick," he said, sliding one hand down to cup her through the damp fabric. "Didn't you?" "I....I don't know....I couldn't help...."

Her voice dropped into a dangerous tone“Or I’ll rip them off myself and shove them down your throat while I beat your ass purple.” My hands shook as I reached under my skirt. I put my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties and peeled it down my legs. I stepped out of them and held the soaked panties in my fist. Lila extended her hand,“Give them to me.” I hesitated only a second before placing the dripping panties in her hand. She lifted them to her nose, inhaled deeply, and let out a moan. “Mmm. So fucking soaked again. You really are a whore, aren’t you?”

The wet spot on my panties is obvious now. “You need this so badly,” Vanessa purrs, voice thick with satisfaction. “Look at you, already falling apart for us on your first day. Such a needy little housewife.” The words should humiliate me. Instead they make me throb harder. They keep touching me—fingers circling my clit over my panties, mouths and hands on my tits, whispers of how pretty I am, how wet, how perfect for them—until I’m trembling on the edge, right there in my own living room in the middle of the afternoon.

Seyi retorted. Omah took his cigarette from his mouth and grinned. "Those previous girls are not Prof. Ajayi's daughter you know. Besides you guys need to stop hopping from one chick to another. How do you even do it sef?" Dayo thought his friend knew better, a pity he doesn't. Well why else was he his best friend if he couldn't enlighten him on such small issues such as this one. "The best thing about panties is taking them off. The game is simple. You see a girl you'd like to smash. You pursue them, spend a few thousands. You get into their panties. You move on. It's so damn exciting!" He declared,

Curiosity finally won. I opened it and fired up his laptop. Most of the files were boring business shit. Then I found a hidden folder called “Cream Pies Unlimited.” My pussy twitched the second I clicked it. The “Images” folder was packed with hundreds of pictures — pussies of every kind, freshly fucked and leaking thick, white cum. It dribbled out of stretched holes, ran down arse cheeks, pooled on bedsheets. I stared, breathing faster, and slipped a hand into my panties. My clit was already swollen and slippery.

My soaked panties were already showing the dark wet patch right over my pussy, and I could feel my juices sticking to my fold every time I shifted my weight. He stood so close behind me that his body heat wrapped around me like a wall. "Yeah, Lana, lift it all up. Show me exactly how wet my words made that tight little cunt of yours. Don't hide it from me." His voice stayed steady and low, commanding me to do it. I bit my lip slowly, pulled my skirt high until it bunched on my waist as the cool office air hit my wet panties, making me shiver. The dark spot had spread so much that the thin fabric clung to my swollen pussy lips, outlining every curve.

I whispered my size—34D—and she groaned approval. Her descriptions grew filthier: how her first lover had teased her clit with feather-light strokes before plunging fingers deep, how she'd come so hard she'd soaked the sheets. My own fingers plunged in rhythm, building to a shattering orgasm that left me squirting, thighs trembling, a hot gush soaking my chair. Jessica stood, showing her panties now navy from waistband to crotch, the wet spot obscene and beautiful.

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He pulled me to the fitting room and I tried everything on again. But this time, I was actually amazed by how true Victor was when he told me about how comfortable these panties could be! It felt so different from men's underwear, they are so smooth, so light, and some of them even make your skin feel cool and refreshing! I never expected how powerful these panties could be! My mind was so blown! After we obtained the sets of lingeries, boxes of squishy silicone breast pads, and pairs of stockings, we went to the next stop.

He released a groan at the same time that I released a moan. “No panties. Just the way I like it.” He whispers. I stopped wearing those a week ago after I started going through four panties a day. So I thought, I might as well forfeit them completely. “And you are wet, baby. Soaking wet.” He adds, his fingers twirling around my pussy lips, gathering my wetness, and flicking my clit. My legs shake, and I tighten my hold on his arms, my fingers digging into his skin. He pulls his finger out and lifts it between us. “Look at you, dripping down my finger. So fucking wet for me.”