My Panties Are So Wet Novels & Stories

The image is so vivid, so real, that a rush of heat surges through me, leaving me damp, throbbing. I glance at him. He’s still asleep. Perfect. I bite my lip, fighting with myself, but the need is too great. I let my hand slide under the thin fabric of my skirt. My fingers brush over my panties , already soaked , and I inhale sharply. I press harder, rubbing myself, letting the pleasure build. My eyes close, and a quiet moan escapes my lips before I can stop it. Then I feel it , warm breath, right against my cheek.

My fingers glide over her damp panties, feeling her soft moan against my touch. The knowledge that she's so wet for me fills me with immense desire, knowing that it's me she desires, not some other guy. "Warren, please," she breathes out amidst moans, the sound of my name from her luscious lips driving me to increase the pace. My fingers work faster against the fabric that covers her needy pussy, the sensation of her desire fueling my actions. I watch with fascination as she arches forward, her ass teetering on the edge of the bed. With a gentle motion, I remove her panties, revealing a wet and eager pussy just waiting for me to take control.

I slid down to the floor for a second, thighs clenched tight. I was dripping. Literally dripping. My panties were soaked through, clinging sticky to my skin. I could feel it every time I moved. Wetness coating my inner thighs. I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up shaky and yanked my sundress over my head, tossing it aside. My bra came next. Then my panties. I peeled them off slow, watching the wet spot in the crotch. God. I was a mess. For him. Because of him. I crawled onto my bed naked, the cool sheets making me shiver. But I was burning up inside. My pussy throbbed so bad it hurt. Aching. Needing.

My panties were now drenched. Looking at myself just turned me on the more but I wasn't the only one being turned on the more by this new position, Daddy Luxuria was also clearly more turned on as he could now see all of me in the mirror now. "Let's see how wet you are, shall we?" Daddy Grayson whispered into my ears and just his voice made my body shudder. One hand of his remained on my tits and the other hand slid down to my drenched panties. He rubbed with two fingers on the wet patch on my panties and I bucked, body trembling with desire.

My thighs shiver from the sudden cold, my whole body feels like jelly, without a bone in them. Just a command and I’m all putty in his presence. I hook my thumbs into the side of my panties and slide it down my thighs and letting it hit the floor. Norman’s nostrils flare hotly, his large veiny hands clenches together, tense from the pressure. Clear transparent slick moisture trickles down my thighs. Fucking sticky trail, I’d never been this wet all my life just from being watched. Not just any wet, I’m talking messy, fucking puddle, it’s like a tap has been left open inside of me.

I lifted my hips off the bed, and he hooked his fingers fully into the waistband. Both hands. Gripping it carefully and he pulled my shorts down slowly. Teasingly, and revealing me inch by inch. My panties was there. White cotton. Simple, and very Innocent-looking. Except they weren't innocent anymore. They were soaked. The fabric between my legs was dark with wetness, and it was transparent, and clinging to every fold of my pussy. The outline of my lips was very visible, and the swell of my mound. Everything.

She stiffened up. “You can’t…” she murmured weakly. “You’re mine, do you hear me?” She bobbed her head eagerly, moaning. My other hand freed her neck and lowered down to her pants, unzipped it freely to reveal her panties. She gasped aloud when my fingers found her heat. She was already wet. So wet, it was dripping through her panties. I smiled. Try and beat that, Max, I thought internally. “Look at that, did he make you wet like this?”

I mean a few minutes wouldn’t hurt, right? Like instinct, I spread my legs wider. The feeling of the soft silk brushing against my skin turns me on even more. Before long, I’ve pulled off the pants every worker here is required to wear. They’re thin and completely overworn that I hear a rip, probably from the speed I took it off, but I don’t care. I am too completely turned on to care about anything at this point. When my finger reaches underneath there, I instantly feel the wet spot on my panties. I am completely soaked and I haven’t even done much.

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.

He really enjoyed himself. Susan let out a breath as she realize just how soaked her pussy is. My panties are drenched. Fuck. She brush a lock of raven hair back behind her ear as she swallow weakly. Throwing the skirt off of her body, she stretch before getting up from the chair. Then she slide her soaked panties down her legs. Once she toss the dirty underwear into the air, she head to the bed and dig out her new dildo.