Novel & Cerita I Wet My Panties

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.

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.

She is wet, soaking, and dripping wet, her panties soaked through with her wetness. "Wet," I murmur. "So fucking wet," I add as I move to stroke her pussy through her panties. "Were you this wet for me yesterday?" She nods rapidly. I move her panties to the side and move my middle finger down her pussy, lightly brushing her clit and her labia. I gather her wetness and spread it wide. "Please.." she moans her body writhing with need.

The kind of wet that soaks through underwear and makes the fabric cling. Six days ago I walked in on my ex inside another woman and felt nothing but relief. Relief that I could stop pretending. Stop being Boring Betty — the quiet girl who never asked for more than missionary and a goodnight kiss, who faked orgasms because it was easier than explaining what she actually needed, who went home after safe, bland sex and touched herself to fantasies so dark they scared her. I sign my name at 6:55 PM. My legs are trembling as I walk the envelope to the executive suite. My underwear is ruined. I can feel how swollen I am with every step, my clit pulsing against the wet lace, my nipples stiff under

I spat in rage and headed out. “You will be back, Ms. Taylor. I promise, you will be back!” He laughed as I walked off in a rush. I cursed and swore, my heart racing. But as I stepped into the woods, something occurred to me: I was feeling moist and excited between my legs, a jittery feeling that affected my walking. Was I… wet? It was then that I fully noticed, my pantie was soaking wet! How could I be turned on by such a beast?

I whisper as I sink my fingers into my thighs to stop making from doing something stupid but all it takes is another moan from James before I find my hand sneaking through my shorts. I press my palm against the thin material of my panties and it’s so freaking drenched. Am I… God, I can’t believe I’m turned on just by listening to James moans. As if that isn’t pathetic enough, I can’t seem to control myself as I shift my panties to the side and run a finger down my wetness. I continue to listen like the freak I just turned out to be. “Up. “ There’s the sounds of them changing movements and silence… and then.

Sirius also kissed her so passionately that she sometimes could barely breathe. Ashley began to feel something in her vaginal area. He felt very ticklish, itchy and also wet. Wait a minute... Did she wet the bed? Ashley was very embarrassed and had never felt this way before. Oh no! This is so embarrassing, don't let Bubba know that she wet her panties!

I’d caught the faint outline of his cock and had to look away before my face turned scarlet. “God, I’m pathetic,” I whispered to the empty room, but there was no real shame in it. Just hunger. I shoved the jeans down my hips in one impatient motion, kicking them off along with my socks. My panties were simple black cotton, already soaked—clung to my shaved pussy. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and peeled them away, letting the cool air hit my slick folds. A soft gasp escaped through my lips. I was wet. Embarrassingly wet. The kind of wet that made my thighs slide together when I walked.

My panties were the only thing in the way. I wish I could take off my sweatshirt, but he ordered me to lay down. And I don't want to ruin the moment. Call me crazy, but this means a lot to me. His eyes rested on my panties. It is white. I can tell he can see my wetness. God, that's embarrassing. His eyes moved to me. I stared at him nervously. "Wet already," he said. I can't help it. "Perhaps I was touching you in your head, wasn't I?" he asked.