Moist Panties Novels & Stories

I whispered under my breath, grabbing the counter for balance. I wiped myself with shaking hands, but it was useless. I was still wet. Still leaking. My inner thighs were glossy. My scent filled the room like heat. Damon. His name pulsed through my chest again. I bent quickly, grabbed the ruined panties from the floor, stared at the soaked fabric for a second, then shoved them into the trash like they were evidence. Another knock. Louder this time. “You dead in there or just drowning in your own cum?” one of the girls laughed from outside.

With that goal in mind, I slip my hand between us and brush a knuckle over her panties. “Is all this for me?” The material covering her pussy is soaking wet.

Her shape was more Rubenesque than she was in the video, but still great proportions and tone. Mum's panties were soaked with moisture from her arousal to the point I could almost see right through them to her pussy. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them too off her hips and down her thighs. Her pussy was so wet they clung there a moment longer, letting go with a snap. Down and off along with her pants. Mum was now naked too, as Ginger and me.

It's a female's panties. And not just any female's underwear, it's Lily's!!!

The desk dug into the small of my back, holding me upright as he pressed forward, the hard line of his erection unmistakable against my hip through his tailored slacks. “Do you always show up to work like this… wet, bare, and so damn tempting?" he continued, voice rough with approval. “Or is today my lucky day?” I’d ditched wearing panties months ago after seeing some late-night TV segment about breathability and feminine health—best decision I’d ever made, especially now, with Blackwell’s fingers sliding against me with nothing in the way.

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…."

And he's making me burn and tingle between my legs, craving more of his touch. Travis slides his hand under the band of my panties, first separating my outer lips with his finger, then shaking his finger inside him to bring the moisture up to my clit to help lubricate it and make it more rubbing. easy. When his hand moves up and down under my panties, I quickly realize that his hand is quite large and my panties are quite small. So, fearing it will ruin my perfectly good panties (not to mention it will make things more convenient for him and me), I hook my thumbs under the elastic band at my hips and pull the fabric down.

The bra keeps the girls in but barely - size does matter and my girls are large and all natural waiting to be played with. LimberJack: so you are well endowed, gtk ;) LonelyGirl: are you? LimberJack: my hands and feet are big. what do you think? LonelyGirl: I think those big hands are giving me ideas on how you'd touch me. LimberJack: please tell me you are wet. check for me baby girl. There was no need to check, I had ruined my panties which were simple black cotton night time underwear; although now I want a burgundy lace lingerie set. Add it to my list of things to get while I'm shopping this weekend.

I get the feeling she's rushing me to get this over with and I understand her anxiety but I won't rush. She comes up for air, baring her long, slender neck. I trail my lips down her chin, licking and sucking her pulse point until she starts rubbing herself against my erection. "Dante" she whimpers, clinging to my shoulders. I slip my hand inside her slit only to be met by underwear. "What is this?" She giggles "Built-in panties" "Since when did they start making those?" "You didn't think I'd walk around butt naked. Did you?" "A man can only hope," I say palming her pussy through the material "Fuck, baby, you're soaking wet"

Murilo had my panty drawer open and was holding one of my panties in his hands, looking at it with visible admiration. " Let go of my panties! " I pulled the one he was holding and closed the drawer with an abrupt movement. " Are you sure that this piece in my hands is really yours, Virginia? " he asked with amusement. " I like larger panties because they are ideal for some occasions. " I begrudgingly explained. " That wasn't a larger panty? That was a pair of pants that could fit two of you inside. " he joked, letting out a loud laugh. I didn't like his joke and tried to pretend I didn't mind it, but before I knew it, a tear was coming down from my eye, as was a pained sob.