Drenched Panties Novels & Stories

He crouched down, opened the vial, took hold of her jaw, and poured the liquid in. She writhed on the floor. The rash started from her neck, spreading like something burning, patch by patch across her face and arms and body. She clawed at her own skin; blood was packed under her fingernails, scratch marks everywhere. She opened her mouth to call for him but her throat could only produce a wheeze, like a broken bellows. Her eyes were stretched wide, tears and snot and blood all running together. She looked at him. Her gaze held hatred, pleading, terror, and confusion.

He kept groaning my name as he emptied himself, hips jerking. I was panting, trembling, my own orgasm hovering just out of reach from nothing but the sight and smell of it. When he finally sagged back, cock still twitching, he looked at me with that dangerous, satisfied smirk. “Look at the mess you made, little sis. Now take those wet panties off and put these cum-soaked ones on. Right here where I can watch.” My hands shook as I reached under my sundress, hooking my fingers into my drenched cotton panties. I was about to slide them down when—

"Strip from the waist down, Riley skirt, panties off now, then climb up and spread for your boss like the eager little slut who came twice on my cock yesterday." My breath caught but heat surged through me like wildfire, fingers fumbling with the zipper as I shimmied the skirt down my hips letting it pool at my heels before hooking thumbs into the lace. panties still damp from morning fantasies and kicking them aside, climbing onto the cool glass surface on all fours facing him with thighs parted wide enough to expose my glistening pussy. ass up and vulnerable while his groan of approval vibrated through the air as he stood, belt unbuckling with a metallic clink that made me clench in antici

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

“I couldn’t help it. I’ve snuck into her bathroom a few times. If she ever finds out those panties were me, she’d call the cops, right? I don’t want her to hate me.” “This uncontrollable sex drive is the worst. I ruined so many of her dresses… Holding back from touching her was the right choice after all.” “Last time I was in front of her, I wasn’t wearing a shirt. I wonder if she felt anything. Damn towel covered too much. She didn’t even see I tattooed her name low on my stomach.” “Today she said someone broke into her place. I acted calm, but I was about to lose it. Those lingerie? I took them.”

"You really mean that? Because I'm dying to touch you right now." I took his hand and guided it higher under the hem of my sundress, letting his fingers slide along my soft inner thigh until they reached the damp crotch of my panties. "Feel how wet I am already, Ryan. Just from sitting next to you and seeing that big bulge in your pants. My pussy is dripping for you." He groaned again, his fingers pressing against my soaked panties, rubbing the fabric over my swollen lips. "Holy shit, Sarah. You're soaked. Your cunt feels so hot and slippery."

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…”

I challenged, my own voice barely recognizable with desire. His eyes flashed dangerously. "You're soaked for me, aren't you?" He slid his hand beneath my dress, dragging his fingers up my inner thigh until he reached the damp fabric of my underwear. "Fucking drenched." "Yes," I admitted shamelessly, spreading my legs wider for him. Alexander tore my panties away with one efficient movement, the ripping sound obscenely loud in the quiet room. His fingers found my entrance, and he cursed roughly at the wetness he found there.

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"

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