Novel & Cerita Drenched Panties

He let out a deep breath. “Look at you,” he said, almost to himself. “ You're so fucking wet already. Dripping for me.” I shifted, feeling so embarrassed and somehow more aroused because of it. He held out two fingers and fondled the lace of my panties.“May I?” “Yes.” He pulled the panties down my legs, slow enough that I could feel the fabric move against my skin. When they hit my ankles, I just kicked them off, I felt so exposed that I had to close my thighs. Dante brought his hands up, he spread my legs gently and touched my pussy with his thumbs, lightly.

Cool air hit my heated skin, making me shiver. “Let’s see.” His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, and I felt Brandon’s grip shift on my shoulders, holding me more firmly as Jackson tugged them down. “Please Don’t—” The word came out weak. My panties slid down my thighs, stopping at my knees and Jackson spread my ass cheeks, wide enough to reveal my drenched folds. “Holy fuck, she’s soaking wet,” Brandon said, his voice thick with obvious lust. “I think she likes it.”

I quickly went over to where those bastards had dumped my clothes in a pile and picked my cardigan up off the top. Underneath, in a crumpled heap lay my borrowed shirt, bra, panties and jeans. This dress was far too tight for underwear. As I reached down and picked up my panties I realised they were stuck to all the other clothing. Sighing I looked more closely only to drop the whole pile in horror. Those fucking skanky bastards! I was livid! But so fucking tired, as tears welled up in my eyes again. They’d fucking jacked off all over my clothes and left them here for me to find!

I just glared at them and they finally ran away. "She has a period? Sir you might just want to buy her period panties, I guess?" "What?" "Period panties are washable, reusable underwear designed to replace pads and tampons, or be worn with tampons and cups for extra protection." "I'll buy them all." After buying those shits, I went straight to my private room and saw retard standing on one corner while her hands are on her tummy. “What the hell are you doing there?” I asked her. She looked at me like a poor little puppy. “I’m afraid I might stain your couch. I already stained your coat.”

"God, yes, Zane." He doesn't wait. He drops to his knees in front of me, his hands sliding down to the hem of the dress. He bunches the silk in his fists and drags it up, up past my thighs, until he reaches my panties. They’re a matching plum lace, and they’re completely soaked. The fabric is drenched with my wetness, clinging to the folds of my pussy. Zane let's out a low, guttural sound, something between a growl and a prayer. He doesn't take them off. Instead, he presses his face right into my crotch, inhaling the scent of my arousal.

Chapter 9: Is It Hot In Here Or Is It Just Me? "Hi Gigi, come in if you want, I was about to leave" Liz casually opened the door to invite her in. She looked especially hot that night and Gigi stood where she was completely breathless. Liz was wearing a really short lilac dress and her usual Dr. Martens. Hot, hot, hot. Even though Gigi was shaken by seeing Liz again so soon, she decided to come in, she couldn't run away from her, not even in those little situations, Liz was just so magnetic.

"I...... I just wanted to make sure they were settled." "Settle this first," I muttered. I stepped forward and grabbed his arm, pulling him toward the mats. I didn't ask. I just acted. I grabbed the heaviest blankets we had, three thick, wooly things that smelled of dust and dampness. I threw them across the mats, creating a makeshift nest. "Get out of those clothes," I commanded. Leo froze. He looked at me, his expression a mix of confusion and alarm. "What?" "The clothes are wet, Leo. If you stay in them, you'll get hypothermia. Do you want to die of a cold after surviving a tsunami?" I stepped closer, my presence filling the small space. "Get. Out. Of. Them."

It was a sickness, a fixation that had me soaking through my panties day after day. And I had been very naughty dry humphing my little pussy on the pillow and leaving my panties soiled with my juices on the washing machine because Sammy handled the laundry. I imagined him picking them up, feeling the damp slickness, bringing the fabric to his nose. The thought made my pussy leak more pee. “Which one?” Mom repeated. “Huh,” I had been lost in thought. “What’s that Mom?” “I was asking if it’s the Velvet Lounge or Spicy bar you wanted us to have dinner.”

I get the feeling she's rushing me to get this over with and I understand her anxiety but I won't rush. She comes up for air, baring her long, slender neck. I trail my lips down her chin, licking and sucking her pulse point until she starts rubbing herself against my erection. "Dante" she whimpers, clinging to my shoulders. I slip my hand inside her slit only to be met by underwear. "What is this?" She giggles "Built-in panties" "Since when did they start making those?" "You didn't think I'd walk around butt naked. Did you?" "A man can only hope," I say palming her pussy through the material "Fuck, baby, you're soaking wet"

Seyi retorted. Omah took his cigarette from his mouth and grinned. "Those previous girls are not Prof. Ajayi's daughter you know. Besides you guys need to stop hopping from one chick to another. How do you even do it sef?" Dayo thought his friend knew better, a pity he doesn't. Well why else was he his best friend if he couldn't enlighten him on such small issues such as this one. "The best thing about panties is taking them off. The game is simple. You see a girl you'd like to smash. You pursue them, spend a few thousands. You get into their panties. You move on. It's so damn exciting!" He declared,