Drenched Panties Mga Nobela at Kwento

The man on his knees reached up her skirt and pulled down her panties. I about had a stroke when Tammie lifted her feet one at a time to voluntarily step out of her panties, leaving nothing between the men on the dance floor and her pussy. The panties where tossed around a bit before they where brought to me and I was told, "Mira lo mojadas que estan." 'See how wet they are.' Then he put them in my mouth. I was flabbergasted to find them soaked with pussy juice.

My heart cracked open. My thighs clenched. I moaned. Right there. Moaned his name like it burned coming out of me. “Damon…” My knees buckled. I let go of the sink and turned. Like I wasn’t falling apart inside. I reached for the hem of my dress. My fingers slid under the fabric and yanked it up. No hesitation. No shame. Just need. And what I saw? God. My panties were ruined. The pale fabric was soaked, darkened where my wetness had bled through, clinging to my folds so tight I could see the perfect shape of my cunt.

She could feel herself growing wetter with each passing second, her arousal soaking through her panties. She spread her legs wider, silently begging for his touch. The tension coiled in her body was unbearable, a spring wound so tight it threatened to snap. She knew that even the briefest contact with her clit would shatter her completely. Her panties were already soaked, clinging to her swollen flesh, the evidence of her desperate arousal.

"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."

smooth guy. We all got dressed. Tanner left the room first. As I came out, Mr. K. came out of his room wearing these sexy loose pants and a linen shirt. He held up a finger. I paused, letting Tanner go down the stairs. Mr. K reached out and dropped my wet panties into my hand. I reacted without thinking and pressed them to my face. They smelled strong. My orgasm and the smell of cum. I looked at Mr. K with wide eyes. He just smiled and walked down the stairs. I went back and put those panties in the bottom of my backpack. I may never wash them.

“But first… those panties. Take them off. Right here. Right now.” My face burned as I reached under my skirt, fingers trembling while I hooked the waistband and slowly slid the soaked fabric down my thighs. The cool air hit my exposed, dripping pussy as I stepped out of them, the lace clinging wetly to my skin before I held the drenched panties out to him in my open palm. He took them from me with more care than I would have expected, his fingers brushing mine. He lifted the delicate, soaked cloth to his nose for a long, shameless inhale, eyes locked on mine the entire time. A low, approving growl rumbled in his chest.

“I want it too, Ryder. I want you inside me.” I pushed myself up on shaky legs, standing between his spread thighs. My hands trembled as I reached under the hem of my gown. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties and slowly dragged them down my legs, stepping out of them one foot at a time. The cool study air kissed my bare, dripping cunt. I was completely exposed under the gown. I gathered the soft fabric and lifted it high around my waist, bunching it up so he could see everything.

"Take off your dress. Let me see all of you." My hands moved before my mind could argue. I pulled the dress over my head and stood there in just my bra and soaked panties. Alex looked at my heavy breasts and licked his lips. "Beautiful," he said. "Now the rest." I unhooked my bra. My full breasts spilled out. My pink nipples were stiff and aching. Then I slid my panties down my legs. Cool air touched my wet pussy and I shivered. Alex dropped his pants. His cock sprang free. Thick, long and veined. The head was already leaking. It looked so big. Much bigger than I imagined.

Drunk on my last-minute madness, I bend over and slip off my panties. The fragile thong comes rolling down my legs, revealing the soaked area richly laced with my wetness. While Riley had gassed me up, I was busy melting on my panties. My wetness forms a dirty thread sticking from my pussy to the soaked area. It continues to thin out as my panties roll down my legs. The sight of it… Dear god! The elevator bings and the door suddenly opens before I can reach for my dirty thong. A sultry baritone fills in, too familiar to be ignored, and when it blends with the intoxicating barrel scent, I’m forced to look up.

It hung low enough that she didn’t hesitate to push her arms out of the soaked sundress, peeling it from her damp skin. She hesitated, glancing at him again. He had pulled on his own sweatpants, his back still turned. Exhaling shakily, she realized her bra was just as drenched as the dress—cold, uncomfortable, sticking to her like a second skin. She let out a breath, reached behind herself, and unhooked it, tugging it free before slipping it into the hoodie’s front pocket. As she removed her panties, something caught her eye. A sharp, piercing ache twisted through her chest as she looked down and saw it. A bloody stain, remnants of lubricant mixed with Wes’s bodily fluids.