Creamy Wet Panties Novels & Stories

I tugged at the hem of her panties, slipping my fingers into it to feel how wet she was. Fuck, she was dripping with so much moisture. The lacy material of her panties was so damp, coated with her essence. I glided my finger over her pussy, stroking it softly and she mewled. I retracted my fingers immediately. "You dirty, dirty whore…" I sneered. "Look how wet you are." "You love this, don't you?" I mused, nuzzling my head into her neck.

And then I type, Yes. I groan when my screen is suddenly filled with her beautiful body. She’s sitting back on her heels, knees spread wide, and her shirt is rolled up so that only her nipples are covered. A very generous amount of tit is shown, and my mouth actually starts to fucking water. My eyes drift down her toned stomach to where a tiny pair of pink panties are wedged between her smooth pussy lips, giving her the most mouthwatering cameltoe I’ve ever seen. Her beautiful, bald pussy is spilling over the sides, and I’d give anything to be able to run my tongue along that smooth skin. She’s so wet, her pussy glistens, and I can see her panties are soaked.

I can feel my pussy dripping again, pulsing against the thin material of my panties. My pussy is swollen and fucking raw. It’s been wet and hot for three days straight without a break, all because my best friend’s mother doesn’t know how to cover up. I doubt it would make a difference even if she did, since all she has to do is just smile and my knees weaken.

Moaned again. Her fingers slid down, over her soaked panties. She rubbed in slow circles over her clit, moaning louder, lips parting. One hand kept playing with her nipples while the other worked her throbbing pussy. The orgasm snuck up on her—small but delicious. Her body quivered, and her panties clung to her folds like a second skin. She couldn't resist anymore. She ripped the panties off, dipped her fingers into her dripping cunt, and gasped. “Shit… so wet…”

I crave his every seduction and non stop sexual touches. I crave them all. No double not triple thoughts regarding such. His moon goddess enchanted fingers finally collide my walls. They collide my pu**y wall. Pretty great am not on tight. Panties alone. Removal is clearly easier witj only weak and easy tearable panties present. His palm and finger's both caress my panties. He feel my wetness. Well my juice wets and moisturizes my undies. Courtesy of him and his fingers performance He slowly shit aside my undies.

It’s all I can think of – its all I want, and all I could ever want. I am on my knees now – all caution and propriety are vanished. With both hands, I part her thighs and begin to lick up the track of the little brown stream on her right thigh. I am inching my way towards her panties and the forbidden treasures they hold. Her shit is thicker now, hotter, stronger and more arousing. I have hiked her dress up to her waist, exposing her beige cotton panties. My eyes are met with an indescribably perverse sight. Her lovely panties are bulging with her hot soft shit. It is seeping out of the right leg-hole, staining her cotton crotch a wet brownish yellow.

"I'd rub my fat oily pussy, tits on face while you slap the shit out of me. You'd fuck my asshole to shreds, make it more loose." The man groaned, stroking his veiny shaft. " Good. Now pull your panties out of your cunt and shove them in your asshole." "Mhmhmm...." I whimpered like a dumb bitch as I slowly pulled out the soaked panties from my stretched cunt. They were drenched in cunt cream. I reached down, spreading my ass cheeks and started pushing the dirty panties into my loose pucker. " Uhh....they're going into my dirty shitter, mister."

The image is so vivid, so real, that a rush of heat surges through me, leaving me damp, throbbing. I glance at him. He’s still asleep. Perfect. I bite my lip, fighting with myself, but the need is too great. I let my hand slide under the thin fabric of my skirt. My fingers brush over my panties , already soaked , and I inhale sharply. I press harder, rubbing myself, letting the pleasure build. My eyes close, and a quiet moan escapes my lips before I can stop it. Then I feel it , warm breath, right against my cheek.

Upside down, I watch my heavily soaked panties. ‘Jeez, Pam!’ The same part of me tries to scold me but I’m beyond that. I shove my hand in and peel off my panties. The rich sight has me gasping. It’s incredibly wild watching the slimy cum drip from my wet pussy. It carelessly spills along my thighs. It leaves me curling my toes and hoping to fuck with you. ‘PAM!’ I swipe a pad-full and pull out. Finally standing upright, I stare at my coated finger.

My hand fisted the armrest, my balls aching as I fought the urge to lunge. She spun slowly, her ass flexing in her jeans. She bent over just enough to pop the zipper, dragging it down tooth by tooth. She peeled the denim off her creamy, slim-thick thighs before kicking them free to leave her in simple white cotton panties. They were plastered wet to her pussy, the crotch see-through and dark. Holy fuck, she’s drenched. Those good-girl panties were wrecked. I can’t wait to rip them aside and tongue-fuck that creamy slit till she soaks my face.