Novel & Cerita Drenched Panties

He leans up on his elbows so my arm fits between us. He holds my gaze as I slide my free hand down my half-bare body to the waistband of my skirt, then under and into my panties. What I find there almost doesn’t make sense for a moment. How, when I am nothing but fire, am I producing so much wetness? Because I’m soaked, all the way through my panties and probably onto my skirt. Maybe onto Dante’s nice couch, so he can never forget I was here. His eyes burn. “Well?”

Shе mоаnѕ, brеаthіng hаrd аnd whіmреrіng аѕ the tips оf mу fіngеrѕ bеgіn to brеасh the lace panties ѕhе’ѕ wearing. The material іѕ soaking wet wіth dеѕіrе. I slide thеm slowly dоwn hеr thighs with thе rеѕt of her drеѕѕ. My fіngеrѕ ѕtrоkе and tоuсh the sensitive ѕkіn dоwn her lеgѕ. The ѕtеаm swirls аrоund uѕ, and ѕhе beckons mе оntо thе tіlеѕ undеr thе ruѕhіng wаtеr.

"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."

Mirage’s P.O.V Alex was suddenly on his knees behind me, and even before I could brace myself, he had hooked his fingers onto the strings of my panties and with one swift tug; they were down to my knees. “They’re soaked through.” Alex’s voice seemed to rub off on my womanhood, making me clench my thighs together. “I hope you’re not too attached to these.” Before his words registered, he had ripped the panties off so that they were now in shreds at my feet.

She half moaned by the sudden sting but the cheshire grin she gave me, it helped me to guess how erotic our intercourse was going to be. "Spread your thighs wider for your husband, mio amore." I climbed on the bed and supported my body weight on my knees, her panties was completely soaked by her juices. "We haven't started yet and you're already dripping like I have fucked it five times in a row, baby girl."I intentionally talked dirty so she could arouse more when I begin the actual pleasure. In a swift motion, I ripped her panties earning a gasp from her. "You tore my favorite set of lingerie, Aless. I bought it from the exclusive collection. It hasn't launched yet and you-"She made a cryi

I smooth the panties, tugging it open to see the dried creamy discharge left on it. I'd been playing with it every day since she gave me these panties, there's barely any discharge left. My dick is hard for her. I lean back on the chair, stroking myself. I put the panties over my face, covering my eyes, nostrils, mouth. I want to breathe her in. I want to drown in her. Her stink makes my dick hard. I pant hard like a dog, stroking harder, faster. Avery, I moan her name. Oh, Avery!

I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and yanked my drenched panties down my legs kicking them off to the side, the cool office air hitting my bare soaked pussy and making me gasp as my puffy lips parted on their own. My clit was sticking out hard and shiny, my folds all swollen and coated in thick white cream that kept oozing out of my hole as I opened my thighs wider on the table. He moved in closer pulling on a fresh glove then muttering under his breath and tugging it right back off again so his bare fingers hovered just above my dripping cunt. “Good girl look at this messy soaked cunt already dripping everywhere just from watching the models,” he said low a

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.

“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.

She batted her lashes and gritted her teeth. She took a few steps towards the door and then walked back to the bed to search for her panties. She felt liquid drip down her inner thigh as she walked and it was uncomfortably squishy. She found it under the bed and then picked it up and raised it to her face. If I hadn’t taken you off.