Drenched Panties Novels & Stories

Nesting inside them were a pair of white panties. Annie had dropped onto her haunches and looked on as her hand reached down for them; as her thumb and forefinger fondled the soiled gusset. Squatting over the open jeans she pictured Michele standing over her, the statuesque brunette with her feet spread and ass raised. She'd pictured her smooth tan skin, her bulging muscles taught and flexing. Annie pinched hard at the dried stain, grinding her thumb into it, before raising it to her mouth. ...

My dress was crumpled on the floor, stained with cum, my panties nowhere to be found. I stretched, feeling my nipples harden from the cool morning air and the memories flooding back. Paxton's mouth on my clit, his fingers buried deep, his thick dick pounding me into oblivion. God, it had been everything... and nothing. Because even as I lay there, sated and sore, a new kind of hunger gnawed at me. I showered and threw on the hoodie. It was oversized and swallowing me whole, covering my fresh thong panties. I padded downstairs and into the kitchen, bare feet silent on the cold tile.

"I won't be able to look at his mouth without blushing." I wave her off. "You never blush." She laughs. "Well, what do you want me to say-when I look at his mouth my panties go wet." The girl has no filter. "You're incorrigible. No wet panties with my man. You have your own to drool over." "Panty drool is a good word for it." "Come on." I take her hand. "Someone needs to stuff a sock in your mouth."

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.

"You're so wet at the thought of a rough punishment, baby. Maybe I should make it more harsh on you. Seeing your body so turned on but your tears dripping down your face is the hottest thing I could ever see." His rough pants scratch against my bare stomach as I squirm. Daniel slowly lowers my panties down my lags, dragging his knuckles along my inner thighs. Once my panties are off, Daniel bunches them up in his hand. "Wha-" Before I can say anything, Daniel seizes my open mouth as an opportunity to stuff my panties into my mouth. "If these fall out of your mouth, you'l sleep with my cock in your ass." Daniel says. I scramble to bite down on the panties

I kicked them off, leaving me in just my thin, soaked camisole and a pair of simple cotton panties. He let out a low whistle. “Look at that. Already soaked for me. You really are a little slut, aren’t you?” He reached out and hooked a finger into the crotch of my panties, pulling the fabric aside. The cool air hit my bare, wet folds, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped my lips. He ran a single finger slowly up my slit, gathering my wetness on his fingertip. He brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply.

I used the dildo to tease my pussy without taking off my panties. “Hmmm,” I kicked back my head as I began to feel the sensation in my pussy warm up. My pussy was starting to get wet with my juices. “Oh yes, this feels so good. I can’t wait for this dildo to be inside my pussy and fuck the shit of me,” I cried out, moaning softly. My panties were already soaked with my juices. “I’m going in kitties,” I announced as I used my dildo to shove my panties to the side and slipped it into my pussy.

Shamefully, eagerly wet. His fingers traced the edge of my panties, feeling how soaked the fabric had become. A quiet shiver ran through me as he pressed the flat of his hand firmly against my center, rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit through the drenched lace. The pressure was perfect, teasing yet deliberate. On the screen, a woman screamed as something monstrous chased her through a pitch-black forest, but I could barely register it. All my mind was focused on was Lucas’s hand working between my spread thighs in the dark.

“You’re trembling already. That needy little pussy been aching since the bar?” “Yes,” I whispered, my voice shaky as I settled my weight on him. I could feel the massive, rock hard bulge of his cock pressing right against my soaked panties. “I’m so wet it’s embarrassing.” His large hands slid up my bare thighs, gripping my ass and pulling me tighter against him. “Good. I want you dripping all over me.” One hand slipped higher, fingers tracing the edge of my lace thong. He groaned when he felt how drenched I was. “Jesus Christ, baby. Your panties are fucking ruined. All that sweet juice just for me?”

I wanted my top five favourite panties to be in my underwear drawer so, that I could find them without having to hunt for them. That led me to the current situation. I didn't know which one would be my final pair. I hummed in thought. Which one would Andre like more? A small smile spread on my lips and I grabbed my phone before texting, "Hi, are you busy?" A reply came after two minutes. "Not really," it read. "Missed me already?" I rolled my eyes and put my phone down. Grabbing the aquamarine pair, I undressed and put them on. I stood in front of the mirror and took a picture. I then changed into the black ones and took another picture.