Novel & Cerita Dirty Wet Panties

My hands shake so badly I can barely grip my hoodie. I pull it over my head and drop it on the floor. No bra underneath – my tits are small enough that I don’t always bother – and six pairs of eyes lock onto my chest like I’m the most interesting thing they’ve ever seen. “Keep going,” Jaylen says. He’s stroking himself through his towel now, not even trying to hide it. I shove my leggings down. Step out of them. Stand there in nothing but plain cotton panties that are absolutely soaked through – so wet there’s no hiding it, no pretending I’m not desperate for this.

Only then did he drop lower. He hooked his fingers into my panties and dragged them down my legs, tossing them somewhere behind him. He spread my thick thighs wide, exposing my already slick folds to the cool office air and to his hungry gaze. “I have dreamed of this pussy,” he murmured, dragging one finger through my wetness. “Dreamed of tasting it. Of burying my face between these beautiful thighs and not coming up until you scream.”

I lifted my hips off the bed, and he hooked his fingers fully into the waistband. Both hands. Gripping it carefully and he pulled my shorts down slowly. Teasingly, and revealing me inch by inch. My panties was there. White cotton. Simple, and very Innocent-looking. Except they weren't innocent anymore. They were soaked. The fabric between my legs was dark with wetness, and it was transparent, and clinging to every fold of my pussy. The outline of my lips was very visible, and the swell of my mound. Everything.

She ground herself against his bare thigh and felt her juices smear on his skin through her pants. Daniel switched to the other breast. He sucked and bit while his hand slid down her stomach and pushed into her scrub pants. His fingers found her soaked panties and rubbed her swollen clit through the fabric. “So fucking wet,” he muttered against her tit. “All this time you acted professional but your cunt has been begging for my cock.”

His voice was cold as ice and when he picked up my pantie from the floor, I froze, my face flushing red with embarrassment. "Give back that! What right do you have to touch my underwear!" I yelled, trying to reach for it but the motherfucker was taller. "Hmm….." he hummed, sliding his fingertips along the soaked fabric, "G-string? our dear nerdy wears sexy panties too? Hmm, interesting. But why is it so wet, who made you cum this much?" I twisted my face in pure disgust when he brought it close to his nose and took a long sniff. "Wow….such depraved scent…."

Hair in a low, messy knot, strands escaping like she’s already been fucked. She doesn’t wear panties. She promised. She writes “Crashaw – The Weeper” on the board. Bends just enough to write low. The skirt rides up in back. Jesus Christ. A flash of bare skin. The lower curve of her ass. The shadowed split between her cheeks. No fabric. Nothing. Just her. My cock floods instantly, thickening so fast it aches. Pre-cum beads and soaks straight through the sweatpants in seconds, a dark circle spreading at the tip.

Counter tease, bed tangle hours of desperate fucks, tension's fire consuming. By dawn, spent and cum-wrapped, he whispered against my neck, "Anytime now, Lila. Crush unlocked."

No one laid a finger on my cunt. But I'm already soaked. My impatient fingers clenched the hem of my dress and I lifted it up. Desperate. Needy. I pressed a fingers to the crouch of my panties and fuck…. It was drenched. No… I shouldn't be this wet for a man that is not even here. Not from a mere imagination of him. But I was. Shamelessly so. I grabbed the band of the lace panties and slide it down my thighs. It was ruined. The lace underwear was utterly ruined—saturated, darkened, and heavy with need that refused to be tamed.

If this was the worst the dirty ladies Allie usually fucked were into, Krista figured she could get used to it But just when the thought of Allie licking her nipple became too intense, Allie started to move back again. But again, she was pulling back far from empty-handed. Krista hadn't realized that the girl had surreptitiously slipped her hands into the waistband of her panties. Now that Allie was pulling back, she was slowly pulling Krista's panties off as well. Krista looked down and saw her own shaven pussy, dripping wet. Her lips were darkened, almost red in color and even the feeling of the soft air in the apartment running against her clit made her feel sexy and dangerous.

The humiliation was intoxicating, making me dizzy, making me wetter. "Now the panties. Turn around. Let me see that ass first." I turned around, my heart racing with a mix of nerves and anticipation. The crotch of my panties was soaked, clinging to my swollen lips. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and slowly peeled them down, turning them inside out, revealing the firm, pale globes of my ass. I bent over slightly to step out of them, knowing my hairy cunt was now in full view. I tossed them aside and turned to face him, completely naked.