Dirty Wet Panties Novels & Stories

Certainly, I wasn't under the drugs anymore. But why was Dane's presence having this much control over my body? It was embarrassing. My breath came in quick spurts as I pulled down my trousers. My fingers fumbling as I shifted my panties to the side. Fucking hell! My entire panties had been soaked. Wet, warm and slimy. My fingers grazed through the wetness. I moaned silently, biting my bottom lip. Fragments of images flashed through my mind. Images of Dane's hands rubbing my clit.

“Take your shorts and panties off.” “No. Fuck you,” she snarled, and I grinned. I used my hold on her hair and forced her to stand, and while I stared into her eyes, I ripped her shorts and panties off. “You sick bastard.” Yeah. I sure as fuck was. I brought her panties to my nose and inhaled. “You smell incredible, but more than that,” I said and showed her the material, crotch outward, “your panties are wet because you’re turned on.” I needed to fuck her right here on the dirty, hard forest ground until I was buried deep in her cunt, and my balls were pressed to her little ass.

Now it was just my soaked panties clinging to me and his pants still half-zipped, cock straining against the fabric. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties. He didn’t pull them down right away, just tugged them aside, exposing me completely. One thick finger traced my slit, gathering wetness, then circled my clit, slow and mean. “Look at you,” he growled. “Dripping again already. You’re going to soak my sheets.” I whimpered, hips chasing his finger. “Take them off.”

“Fuck you’re so damn hot, Petal. Look at you laying there like a little whore with your purple lace panties barely covering anything.” “Shut the fuck up, Stone and get to work on me.” With deft fingers he begins to tease me over the fabric of my panties, it’s heaven as the friction excites me beyond belief. My breathing is coming thick and fast, the blood pressure in my ears threatens to explode, my face is flushed and heated. “You like this you dirty girl?” I nod and bite my lip again; fuck I am so close to coming in my panties. “You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you Madison Lane?”

Yet, despite her fear, the evidence of her arousal became undeniable as her juices trickled down the inside of her trembling thighs, permeating the air with the scent of her desire. With a purposeful motion, Giovanni lowered Isabella's panties to her ankles, exposing her most intimate part, her Pussy. The fabric, soaked with her wetness, could no longer withstand the strain and tore at the front, prompting a laugh to escape his lips. He smacked her arse firmly with his palm, relishing in the act of degradation, reminding her of her status as a willing participant in their depraved encounter. Picking up the torn remnants of her panties, Giovanni brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply, a si

His hands, warm and firm, began their ascent up her smooth thighs. Finally, he managed to free her from the last constraints of her clothing, revealing her lace panties, already soaked and transparent with her eagerness. He let out a low, husky sound of appreciation. Slowly, sensuously, he pulled down her panties, exposing her fully to his raw, devouring gaze. The sight of her pussy, swollen and wet, glistening with her juices, only fueled his already roaring desire. He lowered his head, positioning his face intimately between her legs, a promise of the profound pleasure she so desperately craved.

Hiking the hem of my gown up my thighs, I jolt when his fingers connect with the crotch of my panties. I’m ashamed the spot is already soaked. He rubs my pussy through my panties, pressing his thumb down on my clit before shoving his finger into my hole together with my panties. It’s crazy and dirty, but that’s exactly the kind of man Mr Walter is. What sane man fucks their help right under their wife’s nose anyway?

“Show me everything, baby. Spread those pretty legs wide.” I was already on my knees on the silk sheets, nightie pushed up to my waist, panties kicked off somewhere on the floor. My thighs trembled as I opened them, letting the camera catch every slick inch of me. Two fingers slid through my soaked folds, parting them so he could see how wet I was. “Like this?” I moaned, circling my swollen clit before pushing both fingers deep inside. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room—loud, filthy, perfect. “I’m dripping for you, Cal. So fucking wet.”