My Wet Panties Novels & Stories

She is wet, soaking, and dripping wet, her panties soaked through with her wetness. "Wet," I murmur. "So fucking wet," I add as I move to stroke her pussy through her panties. "Were you this wet for me yesterday?" She nods rapidly. I move her panties to the side and move my middle finger down her pussy, lightly brushing her clit and her labia. I gather her wetness and spread it wide. "Please.." she moans her body writhing with need.

She screamed into the pillow to muffle the sound, but at the same time, she forced a pee in her pants. “What the hell?” She muttered. Feeling the wetness in her panties as she trotted to the bathroom, she locked herself in. Her office pants were the first to hit the floor, then her thong followed, then she opened her thighs to check the source of the wetness. To her dismay, milky liquid formed irregular lines as they trickled down her inner thighs.

Something wet slips down my body, soft and warm, like I’m all lubed up and soaked, it pools in my cotton panties, and clings to my wetness. No. Not here. Please. “Fuck…” My legs give way and I fall forward. “I have to go.”

Her legs were shaky as she turned off the water and dried her face. She dropped her charcoal-gray trousers and pink panties and sat on the toilet. A glance told her that those panties were drenched. Her hand reached out to grab the rag from the edge of the sink, pulling it once again to her face. Her other hand snaked down between her thighs to spread the petals of her soaking wet little pussy. She shook as soon as the tip of her finger touched her sensitive little button.

My hand fisted the armrest, my balls aching as I fought the urge to lunge. She spun slowly, her ass flexing in her jeans. She bent over just enough to pop the zipper, dragging it down tooth by tooth. She peeled the denim off her creamy, slim-thick thighs before kicking them free to leave her in simple white cotton panties. They were plastered wet to her pussy, the crotch see-through and dark. Holy fuck, she’s drenched. Those good-girl panties were wrecked. I can’t wait to rip them aside and tongue-fuck that creamy slit till she soaks my face.

A sharp breath left my lips when my fingers brushed my wet panties. I quickly retreated my fingers. I was freaking wet and turned on. It was just a dream but it left me hot and needy. My insides clenched begging for something we can't get. "Let me get a cup of water," I muttered to myself. A habit of mine. Maybe the water will quench the inferno in me. My legs pressed together in between were still sticky. Why was I this horny? I rolled over screaming into a pillow that muffled out my screams.

Her voice dropped into a dangerous tone“Or I’ll rip them off myself and shove them down your throat while I beat your ass purple.” My hands shook as I reached under my skirt. I put my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties and peeled it down my legs. I stepped out of them and held the soaked panties in my fist. Lila extended her hand,“Give them to me.” I hesitated only a second before placing the dripping panties in her hand. She lifted them to her nose, inhaled deeply, and let out a moan. “Mmm. So fucking soaked again. You really are a whore, aren’t you?”

No one laid a finger on my cunt. But I'm already soaked. My impatient fingers clenched the hem of my dress and I lifted it up. Desperate. Needy. I pressed a fingers to the crouch of my panties and fuck…. It was drenched. No… I shouldn't be this wet for a man that is not even here. Not from a mere imagination of him. But I was. Shamelessly so. I grabbed the band of the lace panties and slide it down my thighs. It was ruined. The lace underwear was utterly ruined—saturated, darkened, and heavy with need that refused to be tamed.

I know my panties must be wet, it has happened to me countless times, sometimes i even thought of how his huge dick will feel in my throat. I know am not supposed to have this feeling but i just can't help myself from admiring his figure. "he's just so perfect", i thought..i quickly said sorry and told him i brought his juice before leaving his room with my heart pounding in my chest and my pussy so wet that i can feel it dripping .

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