Drenched Panties Novels & Stories

Mia ground against his bulge, the friction making her wet. She reached down, fumbling with his belt. Jack helped, shoving his jeans and boxers down. His cock sprang free……thick, veined, and rock hard. Bigger than Julian’s in the photo. Mia wrapped her hand around it, stroking experimentally. The skin was hot and smooth. Jack groaned, hips bucking. She was naked except for her panties, which were soaked. Jack stood too, stripping his shirt. His body was impressive….defined abs, powerful chest and arms. He pushed her back onto the couch, kneeling between her legs. He yanked her panties down and off, spreading her thighs wide.

I walk up the stairs and into our room, where the smell of Darren fills my lungs. “Darren, I’m going to take a shower...Don’t you dare get in the bathroom?” “Aaahhhh...come on…I...” I give him a look that admits no reply and lock myself in the bathroom. I find in the clean laundry box mine and Darren’s t-shirts are also the peach-pink lace panties. I turn on the hot water and take the time that I need. I get out of the shower and with my hair still damp—put on Darren’s black T-shirt and only the bottom piece of my panties.

I ponder as I stand by the door and clasp my hand over her panties. When I feel the drenched fabric in my hand I groan. It’s slippery…fuck. I’m thinking this is the panties she wore today. Does that mean she creamed on it? “Fuck!” The word escapes from my mouth as I bring her panties up and tuck it under my nose, smelling her essence. This is so undoing. It makes me hard and eager to take whatever she gives. Right now, my dick is alive…pitching a tent against my zipper. I can feel the heat pulsing through my body.

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?”

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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 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.