Novel & Cerita Dirty Wet Panties

Upside down, I watch my heavily soaked panties. ‘Jeez, Pam!’ The same part of me tries to scold me but I’m beyond that. I shove my hand in and peel off my panties. The rich sight has me gasping. It’s incredibly wild watching the slimy cum drip from my wet pussy. It carelessly spills along my thighs. It leaves me curling my toes and hoping to fuck with you. ‘PAM!’ I swipe a pad-full and pull out. Finally standing upright, I stare at my coated finger.

Shamefully, eagerly wet. His fingers traced the edge of my panties, feeling how soaked the fabric had become. A quiet shiver ran through me as he pressed the flat of his hand firmly against my center, rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit through the drenched lace. The pressure was perfect, teasing yet deliberate. On the screen, a woman screamed as something monstrous chased her through a pitch-black forest, but I could barely register it. All my mind was focused on was Lucas’s hand working between my spread thighs in the dark.

The concrete bites into my skin, cold and unforgiving, and she circles around to face me. Her silk robe hangs open now, revealing a black lace bra that barely contains her perfect tits and matching panties that are... Fucking soaked. The black lace is nearly transparent with wetness, clinging to her pussy lips, and I can see the outline of her swollen clit straining against the fabric. "Oh my God." I start laughing, delighted. "Look at you. Your cunt is absolutely dripping. Does slapping naked pledges around always make your panties this wet, or am I just that fucking special?"

It’s all I can think of – its all I want, and all I could ever want. I am on my knees now – all caution and propriety are vanished. With both hands, I part her thighs and begin to lick up the track of the little brown stream on her right thigh. I am inching my way towards her panties and the forbidden treasures they hold. Her shit is thicker now, hotter, stronger and more arousing. I have hiked her dress up to her waist, exposing her beige cotton panties. My eyes are met with an indescribably perverse sight. Her lovely panties are bulging with her hot soft shit. It is seeping out of the right leg-hole, staining her cotton crotch a wet brownish yellow.

I wanted to moan so bad, but had to bite my lips to fight back the urge. I wore a mini skirt and only a lace black underwear to match underneath. His hands kept rubbing my pussy through my panties and I was feeling a puddle in between. He pushed my panties to one side, and I felt his fingers in between my opening, going up and down, making my breath get heavier. “Fuck! My slut is already so wet. So fucking wet for me.” The way he talked dirty was only making me wetter. He continued to play with my pussy, teasing me. “What happened, slut? Getting impatient?”

Her moans grew louder, filthier"That's it, tongue-fuck my cunt, you dirty boy. Make Mommy come." I slipped two fingers inside her; it slid in easily with how soaked she was, curling them to rub that rough, sensitive spot on her front wall. Her pussy gripped them like a vice, hot and velvety, pulsing with need. I added a third, stretching her, pumping in and out with a wet squelch that echoed in the quiet room. My other hand reached up to knead her ass, my fingers digging into the soft cheeks, spreading them wider.

I want to see how wet you are. I reached down, my fingers trembling as I gripped the hem of the white dress. Slowly, agonizingly, I hiked it up, exposing my bare hips and the damp, glistening slit of my pussy. I wasn't wearing any panties... I never did for Big Daddy. I reached down, sliding two fingers into my folds, the wetness making a loud, squelching sound that echoed through the stream. "Mmmph... I'm so soaked," I moaned, my hips beginning to buck instinctively. "I've been thinking about you all day, Big Daddy. I'm such a mess for you."

I whimpered softly, rolling onto my side and pressing my thighs together tightly, trying to ease the frustration. It only made it worse. “Tristan…” I whispered into the pillow, voice already breaking. My nipples were hard and aching against the thin fabric of my crop top. I could feel how wet my panties were- completely drenched, the slickness coating my inner thighs. I groaned in frustration, hips twitching involuntarily as I rubbed my legs together again, seeking any kind of relief. But…..Nothing helped. I couldn’t take it anymore. With shaky hands, I reached down and hooked my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties. I peeled them off slowly, the cool air hitting my dripping pussy

God, it feels so dirty, so good. Emboldened, Charlotte tugged her panties down her legs, kicking them aside to the carpet with a soft thud. Naked from the waist down, she spread her knees wide, feet planted on the mattress, the cool air kissing her exposed pussy. Her fingers delved deeper now, middle finger sliding through her wetness to probe her entrance. It yielded easily, tight walls fluttering around the intrusion, a gush of arousal coating her hand. The squelch was obscene in the quiet room, wet and rhythmic as she pumped in and out, her thumb grinding her clit in messy circles. Her free hand shoved up her nightgown, freeing her small tits—pale mounds with rosy nipples erect and beggin