My Wet Panties Novels & Stories

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

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.

“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 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.

The Fall He reached forward, parting the shirt completely. My breasts were bare underneath, nipples hard and flushed. His thumb grazed one, and I whimpered. “I’ve seen this in my head,” he muttered. “You. In my shirt. Moaning my name into the dark.” He leaned closer. “But not like this.” He pulled the panties aside, revealing how soaked they were. “Touch yourself.” I did. One finger. Then two. While he watched. Close enough to taste. But not yet. He waited until I was on the edge panting, trembling, thighs quaking.

Turning to the side, I check my body, the small mound of my breast, my small waist and the petite curve of my hips and ass. Just looking at myself in mirror makes me wet, I hope Jason doesn’t reject me, I hope he lets me take care of him the way he takes such good care of us. I run my hand down my neck down to the middle of my legs, without lifting the shirt, I tease my entrance, staining the white in my juice. “Let’s go get what’s ours” I say to my reflection before pulling up the shirt slighty. Even in these panties, it’s easy to see how wet my pussy is, the panties barely cover my plump pussy lips, the chubby lips are peeking out, pink and wet with slick.

Upside down, I watch my heavily soaked panties. ‘Jeez, Pam!’ The same part of me tries to scold me but I’m beyond that. I shove my hand in and peel off my panties. The rich sight has me gasping. It’s incredibly wild watching the slimy cum drip from my wet pussy. It carelessly spills along my thighs. It leaves me curling my toes and hoping to fuck with you. ‘PAM!’ I swipe a pad-full and pull out. Finally standing upright, I stare at my coated finger.

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.

He personally shopped for me. He got me sexy lingerie and I wear them every night, but then he doesn’t touch me. It makes me wonder why he got them for me in the first place. I pull my panties down my legs. I know he can see how wet they are. I don’t know why I get so wet. Is this normal? My face heats. I soaked my panties through, and now I’m getting my thighs all wet, too. “Open your legs.” There’s a hard edge to his tone, one that only excites me more. “Now touch yourself.” It’s not a request but a command.

"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."