Panties Wet Spot Novels & Stories

The position left her waist directly at my eye level, and with her spread legs and how non-existent her skirt was, I could see a dark, wet spot right in the center of her crimson panties. "It was just like this," she said, as she brought two of her fingers between her legs and began rubbing that spot. Zoey's eyes closed as her breathing picked up, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her fingers and how the wet patch was slowly getting larger. "What were you doing as you imagined this?" she asked, eyes still closed.

She has two babies squishing her bladder. As I prepare to clean myself, I reach for the toilet paper. I notice a small spot of blood on my panties. I freeze. Spotting, spotting. What the fuck did the book say? I take a deep breath. It's going to be okay. She is fine. I quickly wipe myself and pull up my pants and leggings, washing my hands I try to rush out of the bathroom. James is sitting on the edge of the bed. He looks up, about to say something, but then he sees my face.

This was different from the scent of her hairbands and this was a hundred times better. Like the unhinged, horny man that I fucking was, I spread her panties to see the wet patch on it. "Did you say you weren't wet? Your panties says you were lying." "I... I wasn't lying. I am not... I am not wet. I can't be wet for you." she denied still, even as her pupils dilated.

“This is unbelieve- what am I, 12?? Having dreams, wet dreams??” I didn’t even do that when I was past 13, and I do it now?? “Fuck!” I looked down at my pants, the sheets. Seeing the clear stain of pre cum. “No way. No fucking way.” I took a shower, c’mon man! I took a long cold shower. Several times! How could this happen? How could I be doing this? I felt the sheets underneath my ass, feeling the strange wetness there, chuckles leaving my lips. “No fucking way. No way.”

The cum instantly sprayed out and dripped onto the floor. He growled with relief and satisfaction. His hand reached for the nightstand on the side of the bed to turn on the dimly lit nightlight. Beverley immediately ran to the bathroom. She felt embarrassed to face Brent. Besides, her pussy was wet from the remnants of her orgasm, which made her uncomfortable. Her pants were also wet, and she didn’t know what to do. “Maybe I should ask Brent to get my pants,” she muttered. After cleaning up the remnants of her juices, she opened the bathroom door slightly.