Panties Wet Spot Novels & Stories

When our lips about to touch i felt sudden pain in my abdomen and wetness between my leg. I cluched my top to cantrol the pain. My eyes wide open in shock when realization hit me hard. "What happened..? Are you okey?" Siddharth asked me concernly. "I need to go to washroom." I got from my seat and walked to the washroom fastly. There two three girls in washroom. I checked stalls but the are already occupied. I sigh in relief when last one is empty After locking the door, I opened my jeans button and pull down along with my panty. My eyes came out from their sockets when i saw blood on my panty.

"I bet your pussy is already wet for me. Tell me the truth." I look around. Some colleagues are talking nearby. A few men glance at my chest when they think I am not looking. I feel naughty and excited. "Yes," I admit. "I am wet." Ryan smiles and slides his hand under the back of my dress. His fingers touch my bare ass. I did not wear panties either. He asked me not to. His middle finger finds my wet slit from behind and rubs it gently. I almost drop my glass. Pleasure shoots through me.

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 was cramped—barely room for both of them—but that only made it hotter. Riley turned, braced her palms on the cold metal partition, bent at the waist. Her skirt flipped up on its own; black cotton panties stretched tight across her ass, a visible wet spot darkening the crotch. Jade dropped to her knees behind her. She hooked her fingers in the waistband, dragged the panties down slowly—inch by inch—until they bunched at Riley’s thighs. Riley’s cunt was exposed—pink, swollen, glistening, clit peeking out from its hood. A thin string of arousal stretched from her folds to the fabric before snapping.

I quickly slide off my panties, they're too wet to do any good now any way. I spread my legs wider apart, feeling the cool air curl around my steaming pussy. "Do you feel it, Valerie? Can you feel how very wet and close you are? How that cum is just a little out of reach?" "I want you to reach in, and curl your fingers into a hook. There it is, that one spot both of us has discovered, your gspot, Hook those fingers there, Valerie, and rub." All this time, my other hand has been flitting from tit to tit, grasping and pulling one nipple only to let it escape as I reach to pinch the other one.

I huff. “Sunshine, I will rip them from you,” he warns. His tone has me hurrying to remove my clothes. I strip down until I’m in nothing but my panties. I keep my thighs pressed together not only because I need the pressure against my throbbing clit but my panties are so wet they’re sticking to me. There is no way he’d miss the giant wet spot if my legs were spread.

Lying on her back, hips still elevated, she felt an enormous wet spot under the cleft of her ass and just panted little breaths, letting her arms go liquid, her legs splay out, her body in some yoga position of complete contentment. Yet still she wanted more. Needed them both in her. Rolling over, she chuckled at the sight of the wet spot, bigger than her ass, knowing she’d gushed and not at all shy about it. It had happened once or twice before, typically when she was so blindingly aroused and not looking for it. Squirting found her when it wanted to, and on its terms, and damn if Dylan and Mike hadn’t summoned it. “Well, that’s new,” Mike laughed, staring at the spot.

I moaned seductively. “You’ve gotten very wet. Your panties are soaked here…” Adrian whispered alluringly into my ear as he pressed his finger against my crotch through my panties. He began stroking me through the thin fabric of my panties and the texture of the fabric began rubbing against my soaked entrance and my sensitive clit. I moaned at the pleasure of his touch as I wished that he would start touching me there directly. His pleasurable touches only made me wetter down there. I felt another gush of hot heat in between my legs, and I started feeling embarrassed at how hot and wet I was getting.

I'm not ready. He unbottons my soft cotton pants. "Damien," I say. It's all I can say as he slides my pants down my legs. He doesn't say anything, doesn't acknowledge my plea. I'm trembling; it's been long, far too long. I'm a little paranoid because I've been spotting. I was clean this morning, but what if he finds my panties covered in blood? My pants are on the floor and he hasn't stopped peppering my inner thighs with kisses. I try not to squirm as he nears my pussy and kisses it through the thin material of my panties.

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.