Dirty Wet Panties Novels & Stories

I whimpered against his lips, the sound came out breathy and broken. He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes now dark and stormy. Slowly he slid his hand down my side, gripping my thigh and lifting it to hook me around his hip. The simple dress I had chosen rode up high, exposing the lace of my panties. He brushed his thick finger into the already soaked fabric of my panties, and a low groan left his throat. “Fuck, you’re already dripping for me,” he murmured, his voice rough and filthy. “Soaking your panties like a needy little slut. All this for me?”

Her legs were shaky as she turned off the water and dried her face. She dropped her charcoal-gray trousers and pink panties and sat on the toilet. A glance told her that those panties were drenched. Her hand reached out to grab the rag from the edge of the sink, pulling it once again to her face. Her other hand snaked down between her thighs to spread the petals of her soaking wet little pussy. She shook as soon as the tip of her finger touched her sensitive little button.

I could feel myself growing wetter by the second, my panties clinging to my puffy folds. Adrian's hands slid down to hook in the waistband of my drenched panties, tearing them away like they were tissue paper. I shivered as the cool air hit my newly exposed c*nt, my swollen lips glistening with arousal. "Look at this needy cunt," he growled approvingly, running a finger through my slick folds and collecting the evidence of my desire. "Dripping for me already, you insatiable little slut." He brought his coated finger to his lips, making a show of licking it clean, savoring my taste.” Mmm, delicious. Gonna devour this sweet pussy 'til you're screaming…”

CHAPTER 42. I reach for her panties, my fingers interlinking with the fabric, then I notice it wasn't worn properly—it’s twisted toward the back. My lips curve. “Tell me…” I start, voice dark, “how many times did he dive into this pussy that made you forget how to wear your panties?” She ignores it. I continue, pulling her panties down, and the real deal is in front of me. Swollen, pink, and glistening with wetness.

The image is so vivid, so real, that a rush of heat surges through me, leaving me damp, throbbing. I glance at him. He’s still asleep. Perfect. I bite my lip, fighting with myself, but the need is too great. I let my hand slide under the thin fabric of my skirt. My fingers brush over my panties , already soaked , and I inhale sharply. I press harder, rubbing myself, letting the pleasure build. My eyes close, and a quiet moan escapes my lips before I can stop it. Then I feel it , warm breath, right against my cheek.

I put my cock back into my wet boxers, "Only if you do it right." Riley smiled. Looking at her, I could see my cum all over the front of her panties, her soaked panties. She slipped her hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy through the fabric, pressing the gusset of those panties up into her wet vagina, leering at me as she did so, "I'm gonna wear these all day, Dad. So?" Those poor Unicorns, drowning in our climax. I smiled at my own joke. Riley nudged me, "Is that a yes?"

Note: Thank you Heather Alderman for your comment. Thank you everyone for your support. I really appreciate you❤️ Chapter 52 Amber Whyte. Three weeks later. (Party) The moment I sighted the special lace panties the triplets had instructed me to wear, carnal desires shot through my dry hole. It pumped juices, roaring back to life. I felt warm. Wet. Ready. My pussy started to hum. To hiss. To pulse. I snatched the panties from my dresser, scrutinizing it.

Matteo took her wet panties and held them up to his nose. He inhaled her wet panties, trying to scent her arousal. The aroma was divine and extremely stimulating. He could feel his cock firming up and expanding in his pants. "I really love the color of your panties Princess... Brown….my favorite" he sniffed in. "And it smell so good, Princess." Matteo hummed as he sniffed, admiring her naked body on the bed. He moved her panties from his nose to his lips, kissing them before licking the wet spot in her panties.

When he was shirtless and wet while washing his dad’s car, with water drenching him up down to his condom boxers… Or in his checkers college uniform that clings to his chiseled abs… Fuck! I remember every filthy memory! It's the same reason I fingered myself last night till I was trembling with his name on my lips. I came so hard that it soaked into my panties and left me panting. Too lazy for a bath, I had simply wiped my purring cunt with my panties, allowed the poor thin fabric soak it up before dumping it aside and sleeping stark naked. I just want the tip of his cock rubbing against my wet slippery cunt… I just… Oh, god!

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 .