Panties Wet Spot Novels & Stories

I'd do anything for him right now. "Celine, fuck," he murmurs then his eyes meets my yoga pant which had a wet spot. "You're soaked, baby. Is that all from having me in your mouth?" I nodded yes. "Pull down your pants baby, I want to see what I did to you." I scramble fast still on the carpeted floor pulling down my yoga pants and underwear, I'm swollen and wet glistening with my desire for him "All for me baby?" he asks. I agree, creating tight little circles right over my clit for him to see. I run my middle finger over my seam, watching the way he's completely mesmerized by it.

Lila's POV "Trying to calm down," he rasped, voice strained, but he rocked forward, rubbing his dick against the curve of my ass as I half-turned toward the sink, the friction desperate, seeking relief but stoking the fire higher. I gasped, the pressure sending jolts straight to my core, wetness pooling in my shorts. Not forceful... just raw need, his hardness grinding slow circles over the soft flesh, the situation's fault: the enclosed space forcing contact, the night erasing boundaries.

In not less than a minute after she sent the text, Daniel responded with a message to let her know that he was around and can come over. Sandra couldn't hold it anymore. She was very horny and despirate for a dick. She changed yoga short and wore one of her pink sexy pantie and a blue tennis shirt. She pulled her messed top off and put on a bra before wearing another better top. She quickly pulled all her dirty cloths, including her messed top in the bin. She walked inside her bathroom and on the floor was her damp cotton pantie. Her mind flashed back to one of her friends, who told her that her boyfriend liked to keep her wet panties after sex and get off with them when she was not around t

I pull down my underwear— And freeze. A few red spots stain the fabric. Too dark to be discharge. Too thin to be anything else. For a second, I just stare. No. No, no, no. I blink once. Twice. My brain refuses to register it. It’s nothing. It has to be nothing. Maybe it’s just spotting. Maybe it’s the stress. Maybe— My knees buckle. No. Not this. Not again. It’s too soon. It’s not supposed to happen again.

I began, my voice shaking a little at first. “It started about a year ago and it just keeps getting worse. I get these waves of uncontrollable arousal all the time, even when I’m not thinking about sex at all. My pussy just starts getting wet, really fucking wet, like I’m in heat or something. Sometimes I’m sitting in class trying to focus on a lecture and suddenly I feel it start dripping down my thighs. I have to excuse myself and run to the bathroom just to wipe up or change my panties before it soaks through my clothes. And the wet dreams… every single night. I wake up humping my pillow like a desperate little slut, sheets completely soaked underneath me, my clit throbbing so hard it act

I slid down to the floor for a second, thighs clenched tight. I was dripping. Literally dripping. My panties were soaked through, clinging sticky to my skin. I could feel it every time I moved. Wetness coating my inner thighs. I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up shaky and yanked my sundress over my head, tossing it aside. My bra came next. Then my panties. I peeled them off slow, watching the wet spot in the crotch. God. I was a mess. For him. Because of him. I crawled onto my bed naked, the cool sheets making me shiver. But I was burning up inside. My pussy throbbed so bad it hurt. Aching. Needing.

She laid on her bed and her pussy faced my hidden cam and spread her legs wide. I zoomed in and got a close-up through her sheer panties of her gorgeous pink pussy. Mom started using her vibrator around her pussy followed by fingering herself. She was getting hot and started moaning. I was getting a huge erection. I ached to drill her pussy badly. I realized mom started coming because I started to see a very wet spot on her panty crotch again. She laid there for a few more minutes and went to the bathroom. I decided to make a clip of this recording.

Quickly making my way to my own room, I took my shirt off. Then I peeled my yoga pants down my legs while sitting on the edge of my bed. Staring at them, I gasped softly. Lifting them up, I held the pants in front of my face and stared at the crotch. Holy hell. The entire waist area of them was dark pink, almost red. They were completely drenched. I'm not even sure why I did it, but I scrunched the fabric together and then twisted the pants between my hands, wringing the fabric. Liquid dripped onto my bare legs. Good lord, Marianne! I hadn't realized how juicy my cunt had become. Just from trying to seduce my dad.

Trembling slightly, I stood up, yanked my dress up , my fingers gripped the band of my panties and I rolled it down my thighs, letting it pull beneath me. He stretched his hand, smirking. “Hand it over.” I bent lower, pick up the damp panties and handed it over to him. Oh… goddess… why would he want to sniff my panties today of all days? He saw the wet spot in the crotch area and laugh out loud. “Already so wet as usual, huh?” He placed the crotch area over his nose and sniffed it in. Then his eyes narrowed as he removed it and stared at me. I froze, my chest pounded loudly than a war drum… I swear, I think he found out.

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.