Novel & Cerita I Wet My Panties

“I’m touching myself thinking about you. Fuck, I wish I could slip my fingers inside you. Feel how wet you are.” I let out a sound that is a mix between a squeak and a moan. I’m not brave enough to show myself slipping my fingers into my panties, but I do as I’m told. I tease myself, letting them drift into the cotton but not touching the spot where I need relief quite yet. “Touch yourself and tell me how wet you are for me. Use your words.”

He was holding my tiny shorts in one hand, my soaked panties dangling from his fingers in the other. His eyes were dark, locked between my spread legs where my fingers were still buried in my dripping cunt. “Fuck…” I whispered, slamming my legs shut immediately, my face burning with shame even as my pussy clenched hard around my finger. Calvin stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. “You left these on the floor,” he said, his voice low and rough, holding up my wet panties like a trophy. “I’m sorry… so sorry. I didn’t mean to touch myself,” I stammered, pulling my hand away, my voice trembling.

Turning to the side, I check my body, the small mound of my breast, my small waist and the petite curve of my hips and ass. Just looking at myself in mirror makes me wet, I hope Jason doesn’t reject me, I hope he lets me take care of him the way he takes such good care of us. I run my hand down my neck down to the middle of my legs, without lifting the shirt, I tease my entrance, staining the white in my juice. “Let’s go get what’s ours” I say to my reflection before pulling up the shirt slighty. Even in these panties, it’s easy to see how wet my pussy is, the panties barely cover my plump pussy lips, the chubby lips are peeking out, pink and wet with slick.

She could feel herself growing wetter with each passing second, her arousal soaking through her panties. She spread her legs wider, silently begging for his touch. The tension coiled in her body was unbearable, a spring wound so tight it threatened to snap. She knew that even the briefest contact with her clit would shatter her completely. Her panties were already soaked, clinging to her swollen flesh, the evidence of her desperate arousal.

The outline of her garters caressed the side of my head and briefly I considered freeing them with my teeth. A wet stain of femcum began to spread across her panties. Something inside her panties moved. Anna moved her left foot outwards a few inches to open her legs a bit. I pulled down on her black panties, getting them to her feet in one quick stroke. Her swollen, wet pussy called out to me. It glistened in the dim light of the bathroom. It pulsed with each heartbeat. Femcum dripped onto the floor. In the dead silence of the room, I heard every drop.

Seyi retorted. Omah took his cigarette from his mouth and grinned. "Those previous girls are not Prof. Ajayi's daughter you know. Besides you guys need to stop hopping from one chick to another. How do you even do it sef?" Dayo thought his friend knew better, a pity he doesn't. Well why else was he his best friend if he couldn't enlighten him on such small issues such as this one. "The best thing about panties is taking them off. The game is simple. You see a girl you'd like to smash. You pursue them, spend a few thousands. You get into their panties. You move on. It's so damn exciting!" He declared,

I pressed my legs together tightly, trying to fight it, but the pressure only made the ache worse. I swallowed hard. Slowly, I let my knees fall open. My right hand slid down my stomach and over the front of my panties. I stroked myself through the thin fabric, feeling how wet I already was. A soft, shaky breath left me. After a few moments of teasing, I hooked my fingers into the waistband and pulled the panties down my legs, kicking them aside. I was bare now.

I moaned seductively. “You’ve gotten very wet. Your panties are soaked here…” Adrian whispered alluringly into my ear as he pressed his finger against my crotch through my panties. He began stroking me through the thin fabric of my panties and the texture of the fabric began rubbing against my soaked entrance and my sensitive clit. I moaned at the pleasure of his touch as I wished that he would start touching me there directly. His pleasurable touches only made me wetter down there. I felt another gush of hot heat in between my legs, and I started feeling embarrassed at how hot and wet I was getting.

It happened so quickly and I opened my eyes immediately. Like I was scared to see it. Like I didn't want to. I was dripping again. My panties were getting soaked. I could feel it. Heat curled up in my spine, low in my stomach. I curled my hand tightly to the pillow, as if trying to keep it from going down there already. But it moved regardless. And before I could realize, I was touching myself again. I was so wet. Wet like I hadn't already released like four times that day and it was barely noon yet.

My nipples were straining out, the sensitive points rubbing against my bra. “One more question. How wet do you get when you're aroused? Is it heavy, like it soaks through your panties, or just a little dampness?” Gosh. I was ashamed and wanted to tell him to stop. But I couldn't deny how my body wanted him. “I soak through my panties,” I answered, my eyes dropping to his thigh. I shouldn't have. He was so hard, his erection pressed against his slacks. I could even see the huge cock head with a damp spot forming already.