Novel & Cerita Hot Wet Panties

His voice was cold as ice and when he picked up my pantie from the floor, I froze, my face flushing red with embarrassment. "Give back that! What right do you have to touch my underwear!" I yelled, trying to reach for it but the motherfucker was taller. "Hmm….." he hummed, sliding his fingertips along the soaked fabric, "G-string? our dear nerdy wears sexy panties too? Hmm, interesting. But why is it so wet, who made you cum this much?" I twisted my face in pure disgust when he brought it close to his nose and took a long sniff. "Wow….such depraved scent…."

As he knelt before me, with a skilled hand, he spread my legs, causing my skirt to slide down, revealing my panties. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I realized the state of my panties. They were soaking wet with arousal, betraying my innermost desires. I couldn't help but slap my hands on my face in shame, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable. How could I be so shameless? His rough chuckle echoed through the room, making my toes curl in awkwardness. As he removed my panty with tenderness, the coldness around me made me realize that my kitty was radiating a hot, raging fire heat. Not some normal heat.

Wetness slick and heavy, soaking through my panties. Without turning to face him, I let my back remain against his chest. I wanted to feel him this way; hot, broad, looming over me. My hand slid down, trembling with urgency, until one finger hooked the thin band of my panties. I dragged it aside, gasping softly as the cool air met my swollen heat. I could feel how wet I was, dripping, shameless. My fingers brushed against myself, and I whimpered at my own touch. But I didn’t linger.

He personally shopped for me. He got me sexy lingerie and I wear them every night, but then he doesn’t touch me. It makes me wonder why he got them for me in the first place. I pull my panties down my legs. I know he can see how wet they are. I don’t know why I get so wet. Is this normal? My face heats. I soaked my panties through, and now I’m getting my thighs all wet, too. “Open your legs.” There’s a hard edge to his tone, one that only excites me more. “Now touch yourself.” It’s not a request but a command.

Matteo took her wet panties and held them up to his nose. He inhaled her wet panties, trying to scent her arousal. The aroma was divine and extremely stimulating. He could feel his cock firming up and expanding in his pants. "I really love the color of your panties Princess... Brown….my favorite" he sniffed in. "And it smell so good, Princess." Matteo hummed as he sniffed, admiring her naked body on the bed. He moved her panties from his nose to his lips, kissing them before licking the wet spot in her 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.

Upside down, I watch my heavily soaked panties. ‘Jeez, Pam!’ The same part of me tries to scold me but I’m beyond that. I shove my hand in and peel off my panties. The rich sight has me gasping. It’s incredibly wild watching the slimy cum drip from my wet pussy. It carelessly spills along my thighs. It leaves me curling my toes and hoping to fuck with you. ‘PAM!’ I swipe a pad-full and pull out. Finally standing upright, I stare at my coated finger.

Already aroused, that German voice in her head kicked Sabrina's libido up to a thirteen on a ten point scale. Her playmates in easy reach, she wiggled out of her jeans. She sighed, wondering how long the wet spot had been showing on her crotch. Hopefully she'd not been walking around with it at work. She mopped herself with her panties and tossed them in the hamper thinking she'd need to do the wash tomorrow because she was going through underwear at an alarming rate. She was still wet, because the panty bath hadn't done any good.

They played with the top of my panties, and then he drove his fingers across the top of them and eventually made his way down farther. I gasped when he reached the bottom of my panties, where my wetness soaked them. He pressed his fingers down a little harder. “You like what you see?” he questioned, his fingers slowly making circles on the outside of my wet panties. “No,” I breathed out heavily. I could barely focus on what he was saying. “No?” he questioned again. I felt my eyebrows knit together. “Well, how about this then?” His fingers slipped into my panties and touched my wetness. I gasped louder this time. His finger began to make rougher circles around my clit. I clung on to his shoul

It was cramped—barely room for both of them—but that only made it hotter. Riley turned, braced her palms on the cold metal partition, bent at the waist. Her skirt flipped up on its own; black cotton panties stretched tight across her ass, a visible wet spot darkening the crotch. Jade dropped to her knees behind her. She hooked her fingers in the waistband, dragged the panties down slowly—inch by inch—until they bunched at Riley’s thighs. Riley’s cunt was exposed—pink, swollen, glistening, clit peeking out from its hood. A thin string of arousal stretched from her folds to the fabric before snapping.