My Panties Are So Wet Novels & Stories

My pussy clenched in my panties, already missing the warmth of his hard cock that was poking there. He stood up. Flipped me over the counter, face down on the desk, my ass up in the air. “Hold onto it and do not let go” I obeyed immediately, my chest pressed to the cold wood, arms trembling. He pulled down my skirt roughly, and tore off my panties. Cool air hit my pussy lips, reminding me how wet I was down there. He slid his fingers through my folds, rubbing my wetness around me. “Fuck, you're dripping.”

Since such a beautiful woman was being so forward, I wouldn't be a real man if I backed down now. While no one was looking, I used the hairpin to cut the fabric around her private area. The black yoga pants instantly tore open, revealing the soft skin underneath. I was stunned. Hazel wore a thong underneath with only a single strap in the way. This was incredibly convenient! I used my finger to hook the corner of the strap and pulled it aside. My pulse raced at the sight of her core. It appeared incredibly delicate and was already quite damp. Hazel swayed her hips and spoke with desperate longing. "Mr. Brewer, hurry up and put it inside. I can't wait any longer."

~Renee Pov~ My body convulsed and then I stiffened as I felt the wetness that pooled in my panties. I took in rapid breaths and tried to calm down. It felt like I was in cold and warm water at the same time, so torturous and sensual.

“I’m wet too.” “Take your panties off,” Sharon said, gazing at her damp panties with desire. Beth slid her own panties off, and the two women were finally bare together, their naked pussies exposed. “Ooh… your pussy is so pretty when it’s all wet like that.” Sharon’s eyes narrowed as she threw the sheets off her naked lower half.

I whisper more to myself than Kade, lifting the hem of my dress forcefully until the sheer fabric of my panties is completely exposed. His eyes flicker over them, and he chuckled low in his throat. “You really want me to fuck you… You want me to fuck you so bad.” Before I knew it, his fingers slid dangerously close to where I needed him the most, and I could barely breathe. My body craves him badly, and I am desperate for more. He pinches my thigh, just enough to make me gasp and the pain shoots through my body, making me squirm. I can’t even speak anymore, just tiny moans and shallow breaths as his hands slide higher, cupping me through my soaked panties. “You’re really enjoying this, huh?”

I whimpered softly, rolling onto my side and pressing my thighs together tightly, trying to ease the frustration. It only made it worse. “Tristan…” I whispered into the pillow, voice already breaking. My nipples were hard and aching against the thin fabric of my crop top. I could feel how wet my panties were- completely drenched, the slickness coating my inner thighs. I groaned in frustration, hips twitching involuntarily as I rubbed my legs together again, seeking any kind of relief. But…..Nothing helped. I couldn’t take it anymore. With shaky hands, I reached down and hooked my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties. I peeled them off slowly, the cool air hitting my dripping pussy

I stood there in just my bra and panties, nipples dark and hard, panties ruined with how wet I was. Cain stepped back just enough to look at me. His eyes dropped to my stomach for a second. That same flicker from earlier crossed his face. Then his gaze moved lower, to the dark wet spot on my panties. He licked his lips. “Take them off.” My hands trembled as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down. Cool air hit my slick folds and I shivered. Cain dropped to his knees in front of me. He spread my thighs wider with rough hands and buried his face between them.

The outline of her garters caressed the side of my head and briefly I considered freeing them with my teeth. A wet stain of femcum began to spread across her panties. Something inside her panties moved. Anna moved her left foot outwards a few inches to open her legs a bit. I pulled down on her black panties, getting them to her feet in one quick stroke. Her swollen, wet pussy called out to me. It glistened in the dim light of the bathroom. It pulsed with each heartbeat. Femcum dripped onto the floor. In the dead silence of the room, I heard every drop.

I couldn’t wait for him to touch me there directly. “R…please…” I pleaded in a weak whisper. “Your panties are completely soaked here…” he commented, and I could feel his eyes in between my legs. “Ahhh…R…Ahhhh…” I moaned as I felt his hand sliding my panties down my legs. The little piece of garment fell to my ankles, and I quickly kicked it away in my desperation to remove any barrier between us. His hand quickly returned to the wetness in between my legs and my pussy clenched in anticipation and need. I called out his name when his fingers brushed softly against the heat of my wetness. His touch was painfully soft, and it made me want more of him. He began stroking his fingers along my wet

The position left her waist directly at my eye level, and with her spread legs and how non-existent her skirt was, I could see a dark, wet spot right in the center of her crimson panties. "It was just like this," she said, as she brought two of her fingers between her legs and began rubbing that spot. Zoey's eyes closed as her breathing picked up, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her fingers and how the wet patch was slowly getting larger. "What were you doing as you imagined this?" she asked, eyes still closed.