Creamy Wet Panties Novels & Stories

growled dirty. Dropped wet kisses on neck, buried face between thighs bent over counter. Tongue battled core, sucking. Intoxicated; grasped breast, moaned hushed. "Ahhh... don't stop... here?" Wide quiet scream. Saliva sprinkled, mouthed pussy, sucked. "Oh yea... ageeeeghhhh... hhhh." Fluid more, fingers through two pounding rough. "Harder... harder brother's fingers!" Arched subtle. Deeper pumps. "Aaaaaaa..... hhhhh!" Muffled climax, he licked clean.

His hand unbuttoned his pants then took them off so that there were remaining short black panties that wrapped around his large manhood. Serry crawled towards the end of the bed. With trembling hands, she touched the center of the black cloth that had been wet by the pre-ejaculatory liquid. Her face moved closer to her lover's manhood, then her little tongue stuck forward, licking the large manhood still wrapped in the panties.

They skimmed over my quivering stomach, tracing the bunched fabric of my dress, until they reached the apex of my thighs. My panties were drenched, clinging to me like a second skin, and when his fingers pressed against my pussy through the wet cloth, I bucked up instinctively, a whine escaping my lips. He rubbed slowly at first, circling the swollen clit hidden beneath, the friction through the fabric teasing, maddening. The sensation was exquisite, filthy, his fingers sliding easily over the soaked material, exploring every fold. I could feel my arousal coating his hand, the wetness seeping through, making everything slippery and hot.

Without a single thought, I staggered over to the WC, dropped the cover, and sat on top of it. My legs parted before I could even imagine it. I was too horny, too wet to even process anything. I moved my hand down to my panties. God! I was dripping! I was a soaking mess of juice. My hand moved faster, slipping my soaked panties to the side. My finger moved again, and the moment they found my clit, my back arched and my eyes rolled backward. “Fuck….” I cried ecstatically, rubbing my fingers against my clit while the wetness was streaming down like a river.

I whimpered softly, rolling onto my side and pressing my thighs together tightly, trying to ease the frustration. It only made it worse. “Tristan…” I whispered into the pillow, voice already breaking. My nipples were hard and aching against the thin fabric of my crop top. I could feel how wet my panties were- completely drenched, the slickness coating my inner thighs. I groaned in frustration, hips twitching involuntarily as I rubbed my legs together again, seeking any kind of relief. But…..Nothing helped. I couldn’t take it anymore. With shaky hands, I reached down and hooked my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties. I peeled them off slowly, the cool air hitting my dripping pussy

I walked away fast enough to get into the restroom. I’m very glad I chose to wear a bra despite having firm perky breasts because I could tell from the way my body was reacting that my nipples are very very hard. I slipped a finger into my dress and I wasn’t wrong. “Shit.” There was no point confirming the wetness of my panties, I was already soaked and I care isn’t taken, I might have a pool dripping from my cunt. Even though I try to not react to him; it’s impossible to not. I always feel my heartbeat in the most intimate place ever.

The Fall He reached forward, parting the shirt completely. My breasts were bare underneath, nipples hard and flushed. His thumb grazed one, and I whimpered. “I’ve seen this in my head,” he muttered. “You. In my shirt. Moaning my name into the dark.” He leaned closer. “But not like this.” He pulled the panties aside, revealing how soaked they were. “Touch yourself.” I did. One finger. Then two. While he watched. Close enough to taste. But not yet. He waited until I was on the edge panting, trembling, thighs quaking.

I know my panties must be wet, it has happened to me countless times, sometimes i even thought of how his huge dick will feel in my throat. I know am not supposed to have this feeling but i just can't help myself from admiring his figure. "he's just so perfect", i thought..i quickly said sorry and told him i brought his juice before leaving his room with my heart pounding in my chest and my pussy so wet that i can feel it dripping .

It was coated in my cream, glistening and slick, absolutely drenched. I turned around on shaky legs and sank back down on him, now facing away from Marcus. From this angle, he had a perfect view of penetration—could see Dominic's thick shaft spreading my pussy lips wide, could see the way my opening stretched obscenely around his girth. "Watch this," Dominic said to Marcus, his hands on my hips as he started moving me again. "Watch how wet she is. How her pussy grips my cock. See that cream coating me? That's all her. She's never been this wet for you, has she? This is what real arousal looks like."

My heart thudded louder. “Should we put it in?” They asked in unison. “Yes, please,” I begged. “Please fuck me.” As they both were about to thrust in, my eyes snapped open. I woke up panting, sheets tangled and thighs clenched. My panties were soaked, sticky between my thighs. My nipples were hard and aching like someone had actually been sucking on them. I managed to sit up, my pulse still thudding in my ears. My pussy still ached, still throbbed. Like it wanted the real thing.