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“You’ve made a fucking mess of your panties, baby girl, soaking them through with your cum. I think we’d better take these off.” My fingers push under the edge of her panties, brushing against her soft, silken pussy before hooking into the soaked panties. I yank them down, making her gasp as I half rip them off in my zeal, letting them drop to tangle at her knees. She whimpers, panting as she stays just like that bent over, ass up, and legs spread for the both of us with her messy panties caught at her knees.

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.

The venue had a glass-walled penthouse suite overlooking the skyline, complete with a large circular bed platform in the center, multiple couches, a fully stocked bar, and a raised stage area with spotlights. “I want everyone to see what a pathetic, broken cuck you are tonight.” She told Mark while getting ready, she wore a tiny red micro-dress that barely covered her ass cheeks. Her massive, milk-heavy DD breasts strained the thin fabric, dark nipples clearly visible. Her pussy was freshly waxed, already glistening, a thick Queen of Spades tattoo now adorned her lower back, just above her juicy ass, and another small one on her inner left thigh.

It fell to the floor at her feet, revealing a red satin bra and panties. She had the body of an angel. I kissed her again and plunged my hand into her panties, feeling the hot wetness of her p*ssy on my fingers. She trembled and moaned as she kissed me back. I stuck my tongue all the way to her throat and felt her squirm in my hold.

My pussy juice had spilled down my leg when I came, so I awkwardly cleaned myself up with toilet paper. Once I was recovered more or less, I also wrung out my panties while they were wrapped in toilet paper to try and make them less damp, but after putting them on, I could still feel their humiliating wetness. Usually I loved sex. I loved coming; but the constant reminder by these wet panties that my son's cock had gotten me horny was too much to bear, so I took them back off. Instead, I hid the sexy wet thong in my purse and went to the sink to wash my hands and legs. Unfortunately, a mother with her child came in, so all I could do was wash my hands thoroughly, hoping that would be enough

By then, my right fingers were already in between the hole of her pu*sy but her panti*s were still guarding it. I dipped my one of my fingers into the pot hole pushing her panties dip into her honey pot. “Ahhahahh ouuuehx!! Ahhhahaha!! ohh myy! Gosh!” She screamed out softly I thrust it in and out of her as she moaned loudly She was really sweating “Oh my gosh! Please, it’s so pain……ful!!” She screamed out as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Sorry baby,” I muttered silently I shifted her panties and I felt her watery pu**y

I crave his every seduction and non stop sexual touches. I crave them all. No double not triple thoughts regarding such. His moon goddess enchanted fingers finally collide my walls. They collide my pu**y wall. Pretty great am not on tight. Panties alone. Removal is clearly easier witj only weak and easy tearable panties present. His palm and finger's both caress my panties. He feel my wetness. Well my juice wets and moisturizes my undies. Courtesy of him and his fingers performance He slowly shit aside my undies.

UNHOLY FANTASIES 2 PEARL'S POV The hot water cascades over my skin like a lover's touch, steaming up the stall and fogging the thin plastic curtain that barely separates me from the rest of the locker room. My fingers are slick with my own cum, dripping down my thighs as I pant against the tiled wall, my petite body still trembling from the intense orgasm that ripped through me. God, that was close. Too close.

His fingers brushed the inside of my knee, guiding my legs apart, and I swore I saw his jaw tighten when he saw how wet I already was. "You're very... sensitive," he murmured, his thumb tracing a slow, teasing circle just below my panty line. I whimpered. Fuck. His eyes locked onto mine. "Let's see what's causing you so much... discomfort." And then his fingers slipped beneath the edge of my panties. His fingers were warm through the thin latex as they grazed the soaked fabric of my panties. My breath shuddered out of me, my hips lifting instinctively… just a fraction, but enough to make his smirk deepen.