Novel & Cerita Hot Wet Panties

I began begging as my hand would not stop rubbing my clit fast and hard. "Please... Please, daddies. Can... Can you see my panties?" I pulled my knees up to give an even clearer sight of my now soaked panties. The wet streak on the peach coloured panties was so obvious. "I can see how wet you are, you fucking slut" Luxuria got up to his feet, flyer undone and cock fisted in his hand. "You want to come, ugh?" Grayson asked, his breathing filled with pleasure and his hands moving in that sure way of self pleasuring.

I whimpered softly, rolling onto my side and pressing my thighs together tightly, trying to ease the frustration. It only made it worse. “Tristan…” I whispered into the pillow, voice already breaking. My nipples were hard and aching against the thin fabric of my crop top. I could feel how wet my panties were- completely drenched, the slickness coating my inner thighs. I groaned in frustration, hips twitching involuntarily as I rubbed my legs together again, seeking any kind of relief. But…..Nothing helped. I couldn’t take it anymore. With shaky hands, I reached down and hooked my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties. I peeled them off slowly, the cool air hitting my dripping pussy

She was so hot and so fucking wet to the new sensations of pre-sex, wanting more. “Nola baby your panties are so hot. Your little pussy is so wet. It’s shivering against daddy’s hand.” I lightly caressed three fingers over the damp gusset of her white panties from clit to slit and back up again. “Does it ache baby? Is that what’s going on.” She nodded. “Do you need daddy to rub your pussy a little so it won’t ache?”

He said referring to my wet panties. "Y-yes." I stuttered curling my toes at the pleasure his fingers over my pant brought. It was touching the folds of my pussy and partly my pussy that was barely covered. "Cassandra....." He groaned sliding his finger over my dripping pussy and I couldn't help but lay my head back to rest on his shoulder. My toe kept curling and I kept biting and tucking my lips from time to time to hold back my moan. My lashes were already getting wet from tears of pleasure that made it's way to it.

The moment he pulled down her panties—which he knew he would—she could be as good as naked. The thought of it sent shivers to her spine. His palm covered her pussy, and he cursed. She was wet. Her panties were even wetter than he had thought. She had soaked her panties with her juices, and Asher felt he couldn’t get any harder than he was already—or else he would burst. “Fuck, baby,” he said, and Aria blinked at him. She loved the way he called her baby. She loved how it sounded coming from his mouth. It was full of want and need. He noticed the way her legs wanted to close up, and he looked up at her. She was more embarrassed than she was earlier on. Was it okay to be that wet? Did he think

Alina pov I knelt patiently outside his office door, sitting back on my heels, wearing nothing but the delicate red lace panties I had bought just for him. The waiting was torture. The air smelt like the thick scent of arousal. Mr Parker ordered yesterday not to wash my pussy. The dried remains of my cum still clung on my skin, making it unbearable to control my desire. I had worn the same panties all night, touching myself again and again thinking about his long hard dick, that was going to get buried deep inside me.

"Down. Now. You're wasting our precious time." They pushed me onto the wet grass, kicking my legs open, my dress pulling up. "Push your panties to your ankles. We wanna see that famous cunt." I dragged the thin fabric off my waist, down my knees and to my ankles, trailing my legs. My bare cunt lips was soaked, clit sticking out long and swollen like it always does when I was worked up. Slowly spreading my knees, panties hanging uselessly, keeping me in check, exposing everything for their eyes. "Fuuuckkkk...."Connor whistled. "Look at that fat wet gash. Clit's already begging for attention."

Faster, wetter, the obscene sounds muffled only by her sleeve-bitten moans. Climax ripped free fiercer this time, vision whiting, knees nearly giving out as she squirted against her hand, splattering the concrete floor with clear evidence of her sin. Panting, she cleaned up hastily with a rag, the fabric coming away soaked. Emerging with a stack of them, face composed, she handed them out. "Found plenty!" The ladies smiled, oblivious. Lila helped wipe tables, but her panties chafed wetly, a constant reminder, her clit pulsing with aftershocks.

Her voice dropped into a dangerous tone“Or I’ll rip them off myself and shove them down your throat while I beat your ass purple.” My hands shook as I reached under my skirt. I put my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties and peeled it down my legs. I stepped out of them and held the soaked panties in my fist. Lila extended her hand,“Give them to me.” I hesitated only a second before placing the dripping panties in her hand. She lifted them to her nose, inhaled deeply, and let out a moan. “Mmm. So fucking soaked again. You really are a whore, aren’t you?”

His mother certainly had big tits and a large round ass, but her baggy clothes that hid her curves definitely put him in mind of the BBW category, which he was not into. So, when he picked up the panties to look at them, the odor stronger now, he was surprised as he automatically pulled them to his face and inhaled, his pants growing tight as his cock hardened. The scent was magical, musky, and it lit his blood on fire. He expected maybe a pee smell, but it was nothing like that. When he sniffed the ass of the panties, he was again surprised to find not a hint of poo aroma, just something... earthier, but good. He pulled his cock out and jacked off into the toilet, the panties held to his fa