Hot Wet Panties Novels & Stories

Something wet slips down my body, soft and warm, like I’m all lubed up and soaked, it pools in my cotton panties, and clings to my wetness. No. Not here. Please. “Fuck…” My legs give way and I fall forward. “I have to go.”

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

I had no bra underneath because who the hell needs one in this kind of misery, no shorts either, just this pair of black cotton panties that were already plastered to my pussy lips from how soaked I was down there, the heat making me wet in ways that had nothing to do with just sweat, my body reacting all on its own, throbbing a little with every shift I made. Riley looked up from where she was sprawled on her bed, her legs spread wide apart without a care, one knee bent up high so her tiny sleep shorts rode up even further, giving me a clear view of the outline of her slit pressing against the thin material, the fabric looking damp too, like she was feeling the same kind of heat I was.

Note: Thank you Heather Alderman for your comment. Thank you everyone for your support. I really appreciate you❤️ Chapter 52 Amber Whyte. Three weeks later. (Party) The moment I sighted the special lace panties the triplets had instructed me to wear, carnal desires shot through my dry hole. It pumped juices, roaring back to life. I felt warm. Wet. Ready. My pussy started to hum. To hiss. To pulse. I snatched the panties from my dresser, scrutinizing it.

She had no panties—just a totally shaved gash, pink and glistening. "Oh, Bobby!" she moaned again. "Just fuck me! Fuck me while everyone else here watches. I wanna show them what a fucking tramp I am!" Bobby didn't need to be told twice. He unzipped his fly, whipped out his cock (didn't anyone here wear underwear?) and pressed it up against Hot Pants' sopping wet quim. "Yeah, that's it!" Hot Pants sang. "Fuck me there! I want to be abused tonight, Bobby. Abuse me like a trashy little fuck-slut!"

I lifted my hips off the bed, and he hooked his fingers fully into the waistband. Both hands. Gripping it carefully and he pulled my shorts down slowly. Teasingly, and revealing me inch by inch. My panties was there. White cotton. Simple, and very Innocent-looking. Except they weren't innocent anymore. They were soaked. The fabric between my legs was dark with wetness, and it was transparent, and clinging to every fold of my pussy. The outline of my lips was very visible, and the swell of my mound. Everything.

I just glared at them and they finally ran away. "She has a period? Sir you might just want to buy her period panties, I guess?" "What?" "Period panties are washable, reusable underwear designed to replace pads and tampons, or be worn with tampons and cups for extra protection." "I'll buy them all." After buying those shits, I went straight to my private room and saw retard standing on one corner while her hands are on her tummy. “What the hell are you doing there?” I asked her. She looked at me like a poor little puppy. “I’m afraid I might stain your couch. I already stained your coat.”

Then I fumble to kick it down my legs that are so hot and sensitive that I can feel the sheet scraping against them. I let my heavy thighs fall open, exposing my vanilla-colored panties. They’re lace and see-through and so soaked that another wave of heat covers my body when I realize he can see it. He can see the arousal and the stickiness. This is different from anything I’ve experienced before because he’s looking at me. He’s looking at my wet panties and my shaking legs and my fingers that are sneaking beneath the lace. But he’s not only looking. His nostrils are flaring, too, and the veins in his hand that’s at his side appear to be more defined and masculine.

The sensation creeps down my body until it claims the sensitive spot between my thighs. I clench my thighs together and push past the bodies faster to get the fuck out of here. I knew it was heat season, but I didn’t know heat can affect the unmated she—wolves. Never heard of it before. My first thought is that it might not be heat. But then another wave of it washes over my body and I have to clench my thighs harder. A moan almost threatens to spill out of my lips at the tingly sensation. The moment wetness pools in my panties, I let go of the doubts that it might not be heat which is affecting me like this.

But then the ache started low in my belly, spreading down between my legs until my pussy felt hot and swollen. I squeezed my thighs together, but that only made it worse. A soft whimper slipped from my lips. Something wet and warm was leaking out of me, soaking my thin panties. The smell hit me next, sweet like honey mixed with something wild and needy. My own scent. It filled the small room fast, heavy and thick, calling out to anyone who could smell it.