Novel & Cerita My Wet Panties

She gasped, trying to cover herself, but he caught her wrists. "Don't. I want to see you." Her bra and panties were simple cotton.....nothing fancy....but the wet patch on her panties was unmistakable. "You got wet from sucking my dick," he said, sliding one hand down to cup her through the damp fabric. "Didn't you?" "I....I don't know....I couldn't help...."

And the left. "Thank you sir!" Her belt had to be undone, but she cooperated eagerly in removing it. Then I was free to lower her pants, revealing a pair of plain white cotton panties. Though I had noticed it on my own, Candy was quick to point out, "Oh my god, she's so damn wet. I don't even think I'm that wet, and it turns me on like crazy when you or your fantasy sluts abuse Isa. I can't help myself."

It's a female's panties. And not just any female's underwear, it's Lily's!!!

---------------~[MARILYN'S POV]~------------------ The next morning is in a dripping state for me because ... well ...... I am freaking horny. If there's anything sex with Frederick yesterday has done to me, it has made my desire for it much more intense. The first thing that woke me up this morning was my soaking wet underwear and my uncontrolable tossing and moaning on the bed. This is just too much to take in. I bite my lip and find myself sliping my fingers into my panty . I groan as I feel my wet pussy and arch my back biting my lip as I caress it slowly breathing hard.

The room breaks into soft surprise and I can tell from the little gasping and murmuring. Thanks to the dim lighting, no one can see the tears flowing down my face. Xander keeps at it and I don't relent either and his thrusts grow faster, and I hear a faint groan that he quickly gets rid of by pressing his lips together. In no time, he pulls out, pouring his cum on my lips. And that does nothing but make me feel like a shameless slut. I wipe my face as Xander storms out with balled fists. The lights come on and the faces of everyone around is split with utter shock.

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.”

“But first… those panties. Take them off. Right here. Right now.” My face burned as I reached under my skirt, fingers trembling while I hooked the waistband and slowly slid the soaked fabric down my thighs. The cool air hit my exposed, dripping pussy as I stepped out of them, the lace clinging wetly to my skin before I held the drenched panties out to him in my open palm. He took them from me with more care than I would have expected, his fingers brushing mine. He lifted the delicate, soaked cloth to his nose for a long, shameless inhale, eyes locked on mine the entire time. A low, approving growl rumbled in his chest.

My panties were the only thing in the way. I wish I could take off my sweatshirt, but he ordered me to lay down. And I don't want to ruin the moment. Call me crazy, but this means a lot to me. His eyes rested on my panties. It is white. I can tell he can see my wetness. God, that's embarrassing. His eyes moved to me. I stared at him nervously. "Wet already," he said. I can't help it. "Perhaps I was touching you in your head, wasn't I?" he asked.

A while later, she slid her hand in between her thighs and felt the wetness pooling there. "Oh no… why this again..? Now look at the panties I changed, not quite long." Wearing a deep frown, she pounded her tight fist against her thigh. Running her hands through the sticky wetness brought a twist to her face. "That man…" Scrambling to her feet, she rummaged through a drawer next to the sofa. "Great! No more panties left because of these crazy steamy… and kind of sexy dreams!" Later still, stuffed grumbles fell out of her mouth in a heap, on the sink filled with wet panties that needed washing. Shaking her head, she yanked down that one on her, kicking it off.

"As you wish, your majesty." Today, she wore a purple lace panty which was already soaking wet when I removed it. Unlike other girls, her hygiene was top tier. It matters and it's never embarrassing to let the partner know they have bad hygiene. (Like honestly if they stink it's not pretty sex lmao)