Moist Panties Novels & Stories

The concrete bites into my skin, cold and unforgiving, and she circles around to face me. Her silk robe hangs open now, revealing a black lace bra that barely contains her perfect tits and matching panties that are... Fucking soaked. The black lace is nearly transparent with wetness, clinging to her pussy lips, and I can see the outline of her swollen clit straining against the fabric. "Oh my God." I start laughing, delighted. "Look at you. Your cunt is absolutely dripping. Does slapping naked pledges around always make your panties this wet, or am I just that fucking special?"

Consumed with the idea of breaking his limit, I sit back, spread my legs wide enough for my iPad to fit in, and take a picture of my soaked panties. The shutter sound makes me look at myself, eyes dark, narrow… screaming wild things he dare not say. It's my turn to play the fool. I ignore him and zoom in on the photo. Blue panties soaked to filth you can literally see it dropping. And what’s more interesting is my soft folds beating against it, you can trace your fingers around the rough areas that form a knot against my panties. It's so fucking good… I gulp dryly, knowing that my next step may consume us.

Clara’s panties were soaked again. She stood in the bathroom stall at work, legs slightly apart, her skirt hiked up around her hips. The thick new dildo she had bought only two weeks ago was buried deep inside her hungry pussy, stretching her just the way she craved. She bit her lip hard to hold back a moan as she rocked her hips in slow, shallow thrusts. Wet, slippery sounds filled the small stall with every movement.

He wondered if she would feel less pain while sleeping. He quickly pulled out a panty from the bag before taking out a sanitary napkin. It should be easy doing it. But the moment his gaze landed on the complex shapes of both the things, his brows bumped together. He glanced at the sanitary napkin that was square before glancing at the panty. How are they supposed to fit? President Mo neatly removed the backing paper from the sanitary napkin but when he tried to put it on the panty, it got stuck with the wings and its shape got deformed all over.

"Sshhh, you don't want to cry over me remember?" ************** He sat on my bed, while I moved to the other side so he could also lay down if he wanted. "I came to return this like I said earlier." He slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out a red laced panties with a black ribbon in front. The panties looked every shade of sexy, it only covered the way to the mini heaven, while the rest were like net. It looked–I gasped when I recognized it to be one of my favorite panties that I had been looking for a while now.

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,

Her legs were shaky as she turned off the water and dried her face. She dropped her charcoal-gray trousers and pink panties and sat on the toilet. A glance told her that those panties were drenched. Her hand reached out to grab the rag from the edge of the sink, pulling it once again to her face. Her other hand snaked down between her thighs to spread the petals of her soaking wet little pussy. She shook as soon as the tip of her finger touched her sensitive little button.

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

“Don’t her panties smell wonderful? They’ve been hugging her warm, mature pussy all day long.” The boy’s ass lifted off the ground as his boner flexed excitedly. His mom gently pushed his hips back down with her leg. “Down, tiger!” she giggled, then pulled Ruth’s lingerie away and dangled another set. “Mmm, look at this sexy pair. These are Aunt Morgan’s bra and panties, baby. I bet you’ve been dying to smell her pregnant pussy, haven’t you?” Amber moaned softly, pressing the crotch of her sister’s panties firmly to his nose.

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.