Dirty Wet Panties Novels & Stories

The silky fabric whispered up my thighs as Dante’s hand moved with purpose, his fingertips brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, so close to where I was aching and soaked for them. Dante’s breath was hot against my ear. “Let’s see how wet our girl is already,” he murmured, his voice rough with hunger. His fingers finally reached my panties, pressing firmly against the drenched lace. He rubbed slow, firm circles over my pussy through the thin fabric, feeling exactly how soaked I was. “Fuck, Dad… she’s absolutely dripping. Her panties are soaked through. This greedy little cunt is weeping for us.” Victor groaned into my mouth, sucking on my tongue before breaking the kiss just enough

"Down. Now. You're wasting our precious time." They pushed me onto the wet grass, kicking my legs open, my dress pulling up. "Push your panties to your ankles. We wanna see that famous cunt." I dragged the thin fabric off my waist, down my knees and to my ankles, trailing my legs. My bare cunt lips was soaked, clit sticking out long and swollen like it always does when I was worked up. Slowly spreading my knees, panties hanging uselessly, keeping me in check, exposing everything for their eyes. "Fuuuckkkk...."Connor whistled. "Look at that fat wet gash. Clit's already begging for attention."

“You’ve made a fucking mess of your panties, baby girl, soaking them through with your cum. I think we’d better take these off.” My fingers push under the edge of her panties, brushing against her soft, silken pussy before hooking into the soaked panties. I yank them down, making her gasp as I half rip them off in my zeal, letting them drop to tangle at her knees. She whimpers, panting as she stays just like that bent over, ass up, and legs spread for the both of us with her messy panties caught at her knees.

VIVIAN "You're drenched. Fuck, Vivian, your panties are ruined." "I've been wet for you all day. Every day. For three years." He rips my panties off — literally tears them from my body, the fabric giving way with a sharp sound. Cool air kisses my bare pussy, and I shiver with anticipation. Then his fingers are there, sliding through my folds, spreading my wetness. "So fucking wet," he murmurs. "So ready for me. Have you been touching yourself, thinking about this? Fingering this pretty pussy and imagining it was my cock?"

Drunk on my last-minute madness, I bend over and slip off my panties. The fragile thong comes rolling down my legs, revealing the soaked area richly laced with my wetness. While Riley had gassed me up, I was busy melting on my panties. My wetness forms a dirty thread sticking from my pussy to the soaked area. It continues to thin out as my panties roll down my legs. The sight of it… Dear god! The elevator bings and the door suddenly opens before I can reach for my dirty thong. A sultry baritone fills in, too familiar to be ignored, and when it blends with the intoxicating barrel scent, I’m forced to look up.

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?”

“This isn’t going to be soft and sweet, sweetheart. It’s going to be hard and dirty.” The words sent a fresh gush of wetness flooding from her aching pussy. She was soaked, the slick sounds obscene as her thighs trembled. Dean’s fingers trailed down her stomach, teasing the edge of her soaked panties before he ripped them clean off with a sharp tear. Cool air hit her swollen, exposed folds. She cried out at the sudden vulnerability, her clit pulsing visibly, begging for touch. Two thick fingers plunged into her dripping cunt without warning.

I began begging as my hand would not stop rubbing my clit fast and hard. "Please... Please, daddies. Can... Can you see my panties?" I pulled my knees up to give an even clearer sight of my now soaked panties. The wet streak on the peach coloured panties was so obvious. "I can see how wet you are, you fucking slut" Luxuria got up to his feet, flyer undone and cock fisted in his hand. "You want to come, ugh?" Grayson asked, his breathing filled with pleasure and his hands moving in that sure way of self pleasuring.

My pussy clenched in my panties, already missing the warmth of his hard cock that was poking there. He stood up. Flipped me over the counter, face down on the desk, my ass up in the air. “Hold onto it and do not let go” I obeyed immediately, my chest pressed to the cold wood, arms trembling. He pulled down my skirt roughly, and tore off my panties. Cool air hit my pussy lips, reminding me how wet I was down there. He slid his fingers through my folds, rubbing my wetness around me. “Fuck, you're dripping.”

He could see how drenched my panties were, the thin fabric clinging obscenely to my soaked pussy. I swallowed hard, heart hammering wildly in my chest. Damien’s eyes stayed locked between my spread thighs. His thumbs pressed into the soft skin there, holding me open like he owned the view. A low sound rumbled in his throat as he dragged one finger slowly up the soaked center of my panties, tracing the outline of my pussy through the wet fabric. The light pressure made my hips twitch. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick. “So fucking wet for me already.”