My Wet Panties 소설 & 이야기

The naughtiness of it all was like a drug to me, and I realized as I turned back to him that my panties were soaking wet for him. As I stood there shyly, half in the dimlight of my room and half in shadow, I slowly hooked my fingers into the hem of my tiny panties and slowly pulled it down my feet. I could see Mr. Chase eyes blazing as they stared at me, and as I shivered under his gaze. I slowly lifted up the panties, examining that exact spot filled with my wetness for him.

Don't jerk off thinking about me. Zane- I may leave class and do just that. Not like we actually have to be here if she is. Me- NO my panties are not wet! That's a total lie I was in such a hurry to change out of my pajamas that I totally forgot to change my soaked panties, I can feel the wetness rubbing against my thighs and its disgusting. They definitely do not need to know that though. Zane- I don't fucking like liars and right now you're being one. I felt how greedy that cunt was for me.

“Keep going. Everything. Panties too. I want you completely naked for this inspection.” I shoved my leggings down next, kicking them off my ankles. My face burned as I hooked my thumbs into my soaked panties and peeled them down my thighs. The crotch stuck to my pussy lips for a second before coming free. I stepped out of them and handed the damp bundle over, my hand trembling. “These are fucking wet. Great. You can see what your stupid rules did to me,” I muttered. Grant took them and set them aside. He looked at the dark wet spot on the fabric then back at me. “Natural reaction.

I leaned back harder against the locked door, my legs feeling weak and shaky. My fingers travelled straight down to my pussy. I didn’t even think about it. I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and yanked the zipper down. My hand pushed inside my panties, sliding over my smooth skin until I reached my soaked folds. I was dripping wet. My panties were completely ruined, sticky and warm. My clit was swollen, sensitive, and begging for touch. The second my fingers brushed it, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through me.

I noticed my underwear was wet. Lying back again, I dip my fingers into the elastic band of my cotton panties heading further south. I don’t have my period until next month and especially with the birth control that I’m on. Maybe the stress and the current hardship of my life have me running red again. As I bring my fingers up to my face. I noticed it was wet, sticky, pearly and iridescent. This is cum. I must have had a wet dream.

It wouldn't be fair to Teddy if I got myself off. My body was so continuously overloaded with sensuality that I couldn't help the fact that my pussy dripped all day long. I barely even had to think about my brother and liquid would seep out of me. It was to the point where I had to carry around a spare pair of panties because one pair just wouldn't last the day anymore. I had even taken to leaving my soiled panties in my brother's bathroom most nights when I was at his apartment. He never mentioned them, but I was sure he enjoyed my little "treats".

“Mnghph!” I pulled back slightly, watching her from between her legs as she tried to steady her breathing. Her panties were drenched, and ruined completely. Instead of tossing them aside like I had her pants, I hooked my fingers into the waistband and slid them off slowly, savoring every inch of skin revealed. They were heavy with her wetness. I stood, opened my desk drawer, placed the panties inside, and smirked at her over my shoulder. “I’ll buy you a better one.”

He leans up on his elbows so my arm fits between us. He holds my gaze as I slide my free hand down my half-bare body to the waistband of my skirt, then under and into my panties. What I find there almost doesn’t make sense for a moment. How, when I am nothing but fire, am I producing so much wetness? Because I’m soaked, all the way through my panties and probably onto my skirt. Maybe onto Dante’s nice couch, so he can never forget I was here. His eyes burn. “Well?”

It hung low enough that she didn’t hesitate to push her arms out of the soaked sundress, peeling it from her damp skin. She hesitated, glancing at him again. He had pulled on his own sweatpants, his back still turned. Exhaling shakily, she realized her bra was just as drenched as the dress—cold, uncomfortable, sticking to her like a second skin. She let out a breath, reached behind herself, and unhooked it, tugging it free before slipping it into the hoodie’s front pocket. As she removed her panties, something caught her eye. A sharp, piercing ache twisted through her chest as she looked down and saw it. A bloody stain, remnants of lubricant mixed with Wes’s bodily fluids.

Moaned again. Her fingers slid down, over her soaked panties. She rubbed in slow circles over her clit, moaning louder, lips parting. One hand kept playing with her nipples while the other worked her throbbing pussy. The orgasm snuck up on her—small but delicious. Her body quivered, and her panties clung to her folds like a second skin. She couldn't resist anymore. She ripped the panties off, dipped her fingers into her dripping cunt, and gasped. “Shit… so wet…”