Drenched Panties Novels & Stories

I stole a glance at her red cheeks I fingered her without taking off her panties "Max..." I love the way she calls my name...it turns me on I licked her already soaked panties Her pu$$y juice dripped through her panties "Max you're killing me"she said with tears streaming down her cheeks I pulled off her damped panties...I inhaled the sweet scent of her pu$$y I sucked on the flesh In my mouth.. pulling and taking it in repeatedly "Oh please"she threw her head backwards in estacy

I leaned back harder against the locked door, my legs feeling weak and shaky. My fingers travelled straight down to my pussy. I didn’t even think about it. I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and yanked the zipper down. My hand pushed inside my panties, sliding over my smooth skin until I reached my soaked folds. I was dripping wet. My panties were completely ruined, sticky and warm. My clit was swollen, sensitive, and begging for touch. The second my fingers brushed it, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through me.

I whispered, unable to stop myself from begging for more. Axel smirked as he ran his fingers over the damp fabric of my panties, the thin material barely providing any barrier between his teasing strokes and my aching clit. "You're so deliciously wet, baby girl," he murmured, his voice a sinful whisper that made me shiver with anticipation. His fingers pressed down on my clit through my soaked panties, making me whimper and squirm beneath him. Axel expertly traced circles around the sensitive nub, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive me wild but never enough to bring me over the edge. I could feel my wetness seeping through the fabric, my panties becoming even more soaked with

The low light clung to my skin, tracing the lace of the black lingerie. It felt like a second skin, clinging, whispering promises with every breath. The panties, a mere suggestion of fabric, offered a tantalizing peek through the small keyhole cut into the crotch. My reflection stared back, a woman on the precipice, primed for a fall. Anticipation hummed in my veins, a dark, sweet melody. Anything tonight. Everything.

My hand fisted the armrest, my balls aching as I fought the urge to lunge. She spun slowly, her ass flexing in her jeans. She bent over just enough to pop the zipper, dragging it down tooth by tooth. She peeled the denim off her creamy, slim-thick thighs before kicking them free to leave her in simple white cotton panties. They were plastered wet to her pussy, the crotch see-through and dark. Holy fuck, she’s drenched. Those good-girl panties were wrecked. I can’t wait to rip them aside and tongue-fuck that creamy slit till she soaks my face.

“Don’t you dare.” His eyes flashed. In one smooth motion he dragged my panties down my thighs, letting it pool at my ankles. Cool air kissed my skin, and then his palm was cupping me, fingers sliding through wet heat that had been waiting for him since the night he walked away. “Christ,” he groaned, forehead dropping to mine. “You’re fucking drenched. This all for me?” “Yes,” I hissed, embarrassed and proud at the same time. “Been like this for days, you asshole.”

My clit pulsed hard at the thought, making fresh wetness leak into my panties. I could not fight it anymore. I turned to the bed. The sheets were slightly rumpled from where he had rested earlier still carrying his warmth and scent. I sat on the edge first running my palm over the fabric feeling the heat he had left behind. Then I lay back fully hiked up my black dress spread my legs wide and slid my fingers into my soaked panties. For the first time in forever I was dripping. My folds were slick and swollen my clit hard and begging for attention.

He really enjoyed himself. Susan let out a breath as she realize just how soaked her pussy is. My panties are drenched. Fuck. She brush a lock of raven hair back behind her ear as she swallow weakly. Throwing the skirt off of her body, she stretch before getting up from the chair. Then she slide her soaked panties down her legs. Once she toss the dirty underwear into the air, she head to the bed and dig out her new dildo.

The image is so vivid, so real, that a rush of heat surges through me, leaving me damp, throbbing. I glance at him. He’s still asleep. Perfect. I bite my lip, fighting with myself, but the need is too great. I let my hand slide under the thin fabric of my skirt. My fingers brush over my panties , already soaked , and I inhale sharply. I press harder, rubbing myself, letting the pleasure build. My eyes close, and a quiet moan escapes my lips before I can stop it. Then I feel it , warm breath, right against my cheek.

he ordered quietly, leaning against the black marble altar with his powerful arms crossed. The torchlight carved sharp shadows across his face, making him look even more dangerous. More god-like. “Now.” My hands trembled as I reached under the hem of my dress. The fabric was already damp where it clung to my skin. I hooked my fingers into the soaked lace and slid them down my legs, stepping out of them carefully. The cool air kissed my bare, swollen pussy and I whimpered softly. Darius held out his hand. I placed the drenched panties in his palm like an offering.