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I whispered under my breath, grabbing the counter for balance. I wiped myself with shaking hands, but it was useless. I was still wet. Still leaking. My inner thighs were glossy. My scent filled the room like heat. Damon. His name pulsed through my chest again. I bent quickly, grabbed the ruined panties from the floor, stared at the soaked fabric for a second, then shoved them into the trash like they were evidence. Another knock. Louder this time. “You dead in there or just drowning in your own cum?” one of the girls laughed from outside.

“Fuck you’re so damn hot, Petal. Look at you laying there like a little whore with your purple lace panties barely covering anything.” “Shut the fuck up, Stone and get to work on me.” With deft fingers he begins to tease me over the fabric of my panties, it’s heaven as the friction excites me beyond belief. My breathing is coming thick and fast, the blood pressure in my ears threatens to explode, my face is flushed and heated. “You like this you dirty girl?” I nod and bite my lip again; fuck I am so close to coming in my panties. “You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you Madison Lane?”

Susan wore simple cotton panties, white and virginal, a stark contrast to the raw desire that now consumed her. Kayla’s fingers, hot and insistent, hooked into the waistband of Susan’s panties, pulling them down slowly, deliberately. Susan watched, mesmerized, as the fabric slid down her thighs, revealing the dark, moist triangle between her legs. A sweet, musky scent, uniquely female, filled the air. “God, you’re already so wet for me, aren’t you?” Kayla’s voice was a low growl, her eyes devouring the sight. She leaned in, her nose brushing against Susan’s pussy, inhaling deeply. “Mmm, smells so good. So sweet.”

Once my skirt was pooled around my waist, his hand dipped to caress the heat in between my legs through my lace underwear. “Ahh…you’re so wet. You’ve completely soaked your panties…” Hayden said lazily and with extreme satisfaction. I felt his fingers caressing my wetness through the thin lace of my panties and I let out a soft whimper. He’s touching me there and it feels heavenly. I couldn’t help but want more of his loving attention. “Hayden…” I whispered his name dreamily.

I crossed the room in three shaky steps and snatched my panties from her fingers. They were warm. Soaked. The crotch was heavy with her cum, the lace sticking to itself in glossy strands. The scent hit me—sweet, feminine, with that sharp edge of pure lust—and my pussy clenched so hard I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.

I can feel my pussy dripping again, pulsing against the thin material of my panties. My pussy is swollen and fucking raw. It’s been wet and hot for three days straight without a break, all because my best friend’s mother doesn’t know how to cover up. I doubt it would make a difference even if she did, since all she has to do is just smile and my knees weaken.

My panties were soaked in my arousal and it was starting to feel uncomfortable pressing into my most intimate parts. Hating cool showers, I hoped a hot one would make me feel a lot better.

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.

I could barely control my moans, which had turned into high-pitched, pathetic whimpers of need. Below the waist, I was a mess. I could feel my panties soaking quickly, the slick of my heat coating the fabric and making it cling to my skin in a way that was both uncomfortable and incredibly arousing. I was so turned on it was crazy; the scent of my own readiness was filling the room, driving us both toward the edge.

Her legs were shaky as she turned off the water and dried her face. She dropped her charcoal-gray trousers and pink panties and sat on the toilet. A glance told her that those panties were drenched. Her hand reached out to grab the rag from the edge of the sink, pulling it once again to her face. Her other hand snaked down between her thighs to spread the petals of her soaking wet little pussy. She shook as soon as the tip of her finger touched her sensitive little button.