Drenched Panties Novels & Stories

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.

Certainly, I wasn't under the drugs anymore. But why was Dane's presence having this much control over my body? It was embarrassing. My breath came in quick spurts as I pulled down my trousers. My fingers fumbling as I shifted my panties to the side. Fucking hell! My entire panties had been soaked. Wet, warm and slimy. My fingers grazed through the wetness. I moaned silently, biting my bottom lip. Fragments of images flashed through my mind. Images of Dane's hands rubbing my clit.

She dragged them down my legs along with my soaked panties, tossing them carelessly over the edge of the bed. The moment the cool air hit my completely exposed, drenched core, I let out a shameful, high-pitched whine, spreading my knees wide. I was glistening, my pale thighs already smeared with the thick, transparent cream of my own frantic arousal. Dante stood up for a fraction of a second, stripping his clothes off with a brutal, chaotic speed that spoke of his mounting desperation. When he turned back around, my breath completely left my lungs, my eyes locking onto the massive, throbbing length of his erection.

The water splashed all over me, soaking my black silk hair and my expensive gown, and immediately it shocked me back to reality. I sat up, trying to wipe the water off my face, when I realised what was going on. Me, sitting in a bathtub, completely soaked, with an empty bucket in Drent's hands as he stood there still in his suit. "What are you doing?" I said, panting slightly. "Are you crazy, Drent? I'm completely soaked." He didn't react. He just walked over and leaned beside me at the bathtub. "How do you feel now, peach?" I swallowed hard.

“You are pathetic.” Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public.” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.”

He added. I couldn’t speak because there was nothing I could say to defend myself and so I just laid down there while my brothers hooked their fingers under the band of my panties. A slight groan coupled with a moan escaped my lips and my heart pounded against my rib cage as I watched my panties slide over my thighs and down my ankles, the fabric totally soaked with my juices. Darius stroked his cock and I could see the angry bulges between their shorts, they were both turned on and wanted to fuck me.

“Come out you little vixen! I’ll teach you a lesson for seducing my son!” Oh my god. “Mum, there’s no one here. No one seduced me okay” “Oh really?” she said and turned around, holding the lace panties I was wearing last night. Holy shit. I paled. That thing had my dried cum on it. “What is this then?” She dangled the panties in front of my face. “What is this Aito? Female underwear or do you want to tell me that it’s yours too? Do you wear panties now?"

“Fuck, bunny, you are soaking wet.” “You make me that way, Zander,” I breathed out as Zander moved my panties to one side and slipped his finger into my pussy. “Oh God, Z,” I gasped. “So very wet,” Zander expressed, dragging my panties down to the ground. “Kneel on these pillows and face the glass balcony,” he said, pointing to the pillows on the ground.

The concrete bites into my skin, cold and unforgiving, and she circles around to face me. Her silk robe hangs open now, revealing a black lace bra that barely contains her perfect tits and matching panties that are... Fucking soaked. The black lace is nearly transparent with wetness, clinging to her pussy lips, and I can see the outline of her swollen clit straining against the fabric. "Oh my God." I start laughing, delighted. "Look at you. Your cunt is absolutely dripping. Does slapping naked pledges around always make your panties this wet, or am I just that fucking special?"