Novel & Cerita Dirty Wet Panties

He really enjoyed himself. Susan let out a breath as she realize just how soaked her pussy is. My panties are drenched. Fuck. She brush a lock of raven hair back behind her ear as she swallow weakly. Throwing the skirt off of her body, she stretch before getting up from the chair. Then she slide her soaked panties down her legs. Once she toss the dirty underwear into the air, she head to the bed and dig out her new dildo.

I was whimpering and grinding my soaked panties against nothing, losing my mind with pleasure. Mark’s hand slid down and rubbed my silk-covered pussy. “Fuck, she’s absolutely drenched,” he told Angie. “Her cunt is leaking all over these panties.” Angie stood up beside the bed, right in front of my face, and slowly peeled her black panties down. Her hairy pussy was right there — dark curls glistening with her arousal, plump lips puffy and parting, her swollen clit peeking out. The musky scent of her hit me and I licked my lips involuntarily.

I watched as she picked up my panties from where they’d been tossed aside, then crawled between my thighs again. “You don’t want to be dripping all the way to your car, do you?” she said, smirking as she spread my folds with her fingers. I shook my head, biting my lip. “No... but that’s not exactly going to help.” She balled up the soaked fabric and slowly pushed it into my pussy, inch by inch. I let out a quiet gasp as the fabric filled me, soaking up the remains of Jack’s release. “This’ll keep it in,” she whispered, sealing me up with her fingers before closing my legs. “All tucked away like a dirty little secret.”

They weren't exactly sexy -- just plain white cotton, though they were bikini cut and had a little pink rose embroidered in the center. Even in the dim lighting, I could see the wet spot between my legs. I stared in the mirror, watching as I slid a hand into my panties, rubbing my neatly shaven mound, and gasping as I started to slide a finger along my slit. I couldn't believe how wet I was for amoment, until I thought again about Mr. Davidson licking my cunt. The thought excited me even more and I circled my finger around my clit before sliding the tip of it into my tight, dripping wet hole.

Don't jerk off thinking about me. Zane- I may leave class and do just that. Not like we actually have to be here if she is. Me- NO my panties are not wet! That's a total lie I was in such a hurry to change out of my pajamas that I totally forgot to change my soaked panties, I can feel the wetness rubbing against my thighs and its disgusting. They definitely do not need to know that though. Zane- I don't fucking like liars and right now you're being one. I felt how greedy that cunt was for me.

she whimpered again, her hands tangling in my hair, fingers threading through the dark strands with surprising boldness. "Please what? Say it, Elena. Beg for it like the needy virgin you are." I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down agonizingly slow, revealing her inch by inch. First, the neat trim of auburn curls—matching her hair, a soft triangle that pointed to her treasure. Then, her glistening folds—pink, swollen, slick with desire. The lips were plump, slightly parted, revealing the inner petals glistening with her juices. Her clit peeked out, a tiny hooded pearl begging for attention. I let the panties drop to her ankles, my eyes feasting on her naked

He leans up on his elbows so my arm fits between us. He holds my gaze as I slide my free hand down my half-bare body to the waistband of my skirt, then under and into my panties. What I find there almost doesn’t make sense for a moment. How, when I am nothing but fire, am I producing so much wetness? Because I’m soaked, all the way through my panties and probably onto my skirt. Maybe onto Dante’s nice couch, so he can never forget I was here. His eyes burn. “Well?”

The urge to tear her pants off and fuck her hard right now was strong. "I like crazy ones,” She whispered seductively. My eyes blaze with desire to hear her words. It was enough to encourage me. I sat back and grabbed the band of her pants to yank them down. Fuck! She was wearing matching white panties, which barely covered her lower treasure. It was soaked with her precum telling how turned on she was. My lips curved up in a smirk and I looked up to see her red face. “You are so fucking wet for me, Amore Mio," I whispered huskily as I yanked off her panties, making her gasp.

The bed felt damp beneath me from how wet I had become. He released my wrists. His hands slid down to my panties. His fingers traced the outline of my pussy through the fabric, applying light pressure that drove me crazy. I lifted my hips to help him. He peeled the panties off slowly. Cool air hit my wet folds, making me shiver. He dragged the cloth down my thighs, pausing to kiss every inch of newly exposed skin—my hips, my inner thighs. His tongue flicked out to taste my skin along the way.

He kept groaning my name as he emptied himself, hips jerking. I was panting, trembling, my own orgasm hovering just out of reach from nothing but the sight and smell of it. When he finally sagged back, cock still twitching, he looked at me with that dangerous, satisfied smirk. “Look at the mess you made, little sis. Now take those wet panties off and put these cum-soaked ones on. Right here where I can watch.” My hands shook as I reached under my sundress, hooking my fingers into my drenched cotton panties. I was about to slide them down when—