My Panties Are So Wet Novels & Stories

I felt heat spread up my thigh, causing my p*ssy lips to close around the crotch of my now taut panties. He moved his hand down to my below, and shoved it in my panties without wasting time. He began searching for my cunt which he found immediately, and not surprisingly, already wet…very wet. His fingers slipped in as his thumb brushed my clit, I hissed quietly as I slowly thrust against his fingers that were already pumping so much pleasure into my body right now -and he hadn't even started doing anything yet. I couldn't hold it in any more, I moaned softly as his fingers started moving in and out of my very tight p*ssy. My walls wouldn't stop clutching on his fingers, and I love it.

His fingers moved really fast, and soon, I felt a warm, tight sensation in my lower belly. Being held up in the air like that made me feel a kind of shame I couldn't put into words. Before long, they had torn off my clothes too, and several of them hoisted my naked body up in the air. I couldn't stop a tingling feeling from washing over my body. Desire washed over me like a flood, almost drowning me. "And you say you don't want it? Your panties are soaking wet. You're probably dying for it." With that, the leader stood between my legs and revealed his considerable manhood.

My ass was perfectly positioned, dress riding up around my waist, soaked panties clinging between my thighs. “Take those off.” I obeyed without hesitation. Slid the wet fabric down and stepped out of them. He pocketed them with a grin. His pants were already unzipped. His cock—hot, heavy, hard—slapped against my ass as he yanked me back into place. “No teasing,” I begged, voice already shaking. “I need it now.” “Oh, I know you do. You’re dripping down your legs.” He rubbed the tip against my entrance, spreading the mess, making sure I felt every second of how badly I needed him.

"Down. Now. You're wasting our precious time." They pushed me onto the wet grass, kicking my legs open, my dress pulling up. "Push your panties to your ankles. We wanna see that famous cunt." I dragged the thin fabric off my waist, down my knees and to my ankles, trailing my legs. My bare cunt lips was soaked, clit sticking out long and swollen like it always does when I was worked up. Slowly spreading my knees, panties hanging uselessly, keeping me in check, exposing everything for their eyes. "Fuuuckkkk...."Connor whistled. "Look at that fat wet gash. Clit's already begging for attention."

"You really mean that? Because I'm dying to touch you right now." I took his hand and guided it higher under the hem of my sundress, letting his fingers slide along my soft inner thigh until they reached the damp crotch of my panties. "Feel how wet I am already, Ryan. Just from sitting next to you and seeing that big bulge in your pants. My pussy is dripping for you." He groaned again, his fingers pressing against my soaked panties, rubbing the fabric over my swollen lips. "Holy shit, Sarah. You're soaked. Your cunt feels so hot and slippery."

Her panties were already damp and I groaned. "So wet for me," I said, rubbing her through the fabric. "Been thinking about this too?" "Yes," She admitted breathlessly. "Fuck, yes. I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday." I hooked my fingers in her panties and pulled them down her legs, pocketing them. She made a small sound of protest but I just smiled. "You won't be needing these." I said, then spread her legs wider. She was glistening, her pussy pink and swollen. I dragged one finger through her wetness and she shuddered.

My soaked panties were already showing the dark wet patch right over my pussy, and I could feel my juices sticking to my fold every time I shifted my weight. He stood so close behind me that his body heat wrapped around me like a wall. "Yeah, Lana, lift it all up. Show me exactly how wet my words made that tight little cunt of yours. Don't hide it from me." His voice stayed steady and low, commanding me to do it. I bit my lip slowly, pulled my skirt high until it bunched on my waist as the cool office air hit my wet panties, making me shiver. The dark spot had spread so much that the thin fabric clung to my swollen pussy lips, outlining every curve.

“Yeah? You liked that? You want my hand there again? Sliding up under your shirt… brushing over your bra?” “Yes,” I breathed, my free hand sliding slowly down my stomach. “I’ve been wet ever since the party. I can’t stop thinking about it.” “Touch yourself for me,” he said, his voice dropping lower, rougher. “Tell me how wet you are right now.” I slipped my hand into my panties, gasping softly the moment my fingers brushed over my swollen, sensitive clit. “I’m… really wet. My panties are soaked. My clit is throbbing.”

“You believed people who wanted to hurt us instead of coming to me. Do you know how many nights I lay in this room wishing I could stop wanting you?” She made a soft, broken sound. I pushed her skirt higher and hooked my fingers into her panties only to find it already damp. I dragged it down her legs slowly, letting the wet fabric stick for a second before it peeled away. The scent of her arousal hit me hard. “Step out.” She lifted each foot carefully. I tossed the panties aside and spread her knees wider. “You’re soaked,” I said, voice low. “All that time you were punishing yourself, and your body still gets this wet the second I touch you.”

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,