Novel & Cerita Moist Panties

But of course she was not successful. With a frustrated grunt, Missy finally gave up trying to be rational and reasonable. Straightening the fabric of her sodden panties over her starving crotch, she heaved a sigh toward the small wet spot on her chair and straightened the skirt of her dress, relieved that she'd managed to wrap it around her waist well enough to prevent it. that she too was wet after her masturbation sessions.

He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet, opens it up and reveals a shiny green foil wrapper with the word 'ribbed' printed on it. He slides a hand up along my bare thigh and presses his fingers against the fabric of my cotton panties, sending tingles through my core. I'm soaking wet, I can feel the moisture gathered on my panties, and now he knows it too, and the smile that spreads across his face, when he brings his fingers up to his mouth just to taste me, is stunning.

He took out the designer bag and open it up, it contained two new bras and two panties both of Victoria's secret brand. Jason smiled when he noticed the panties had a cut at the pussy area, so that's what ladies call it, honeymoon panties, he laughed. He took the designer pack and brought it out, "Here you go " He said smiling. "Thanks" He noticed she sighed. Yeah, no doubt her grannies panties was the reason she had not wanted him to get her undies for her. "Excuse me" She turned to leave, but then moaned loudly in pains as she took one step.

I ask, my fingers wrapping around the impossibly thin waistband of her crimson panties. “Five-hundred-something,” she replies, his voice high and thin in her chest. A ridiculous amount for such a small speck of fabric, but I’ve bought bottles at the club for ten times that price. I tear them off her hips, flinging them onto the floor. “No panties, tonight, darling.”

I leaned back harder against the locked door, my legs feeling weak and shaky. My fingers travelled straight down to my pussy. I didn’t even think about it. I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and yanked the zipper down. My hand pushed inside my panties, sliding over my smooth skin until I reached my soaked folds. I was dripping wet. My panties were completely ruined, sticky and warm. My clit was swollen, sensitive, and begging for touch. The second my fingers brushed it, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through me.

Humiliatingly wet. I stepped out of them, balled the damp fabric in my fist, and turned around. Maddox held out his hand. When I dropped the panties into his palm, his fingers closed around mine for a second too long. “Good girl,” he murmured, voice rough. He pocketed them without breaking eye contact. “You smell sweet already. Tomorrow morning, box on your bed. Wear everything inside it. All day. No arguments.” I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to steady my breathing. My nipples were tight against my top. “This is crazy. You know that, right?”

“You are pathetic.” Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public.” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.”

I chuckled. She sighed sexily, "nah, I'm too tired. I'll clean it up tomorrow." She then stood up, set the device back on the table and slipped her satin, mint green robe on. She left it open, fulfilling my hope. She then picked up her bra and then her panties off the floor. "They're ruined," she said, holding the panties out to the camera, pointing the sodden gusset right toward me. She smiled and took a deep sniff of her pussy scent. "No way I can put these filthy panties back on," she smiled. "No complaint here."

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The delicate pink lace panties she wore were damp and he slipped his finger under them to feel the evidence of her need. “Fuck,” he growled. “You’re so wet, Blue.” She wriggled and removed the loose blouse that she wore, throwing it to the floor. His eyes wandered up from her damp panties, his finger still stroking her wetness, and took in the hollow of her stomach, the rise of her rib cage, and the plump pillows of her breasts. They were full and lush, overflowing from the demi-cup bra she wore and her nipples were hard nubs straining against the pink lace.