Sexy Wet Panties Novels & Stories

My cock twitches, jerking up. “Fucking hell,” I groan, jaw ticking with barely restrained control. I shouldn’t do this. Even as I think that, I fist the panties. A harsh exhale leaves my lungs. It’s soft. Too soft, like butter. It teases my skin, stirring my nerve endings to life. And just like that, everything rushes back and all I see is Wren. All I feel is her soft fleshy skin as I dragged the panties down her legs, the pool of wetness between her thighs...

A heartbeat later a pair of sexy purple panties, wet as fuck came to me from the door crack. “How do I taste” without missing a beat she added “Now wrap my tasty panties around your cock”. I didn’t need a rocket scientist to draw me a picture, “I’d like to really really thank the academy” I thought to myself as I took my pants off. I quickly wrapped her warm wet panties around my cock and began stroking. An instant later two of Marina’s wet fingers appeared from under the door. “Lick them clean and fuck my panties bitch” she said all hot as fuck.

Beth stepped back half a step, and taking the bottom hem of her Santa top, she lifted it high to her breasts and exposed the front of her panties. "I must have died and gone to heaven. This must be a dream." Chris thought, as this beautiful creature stood before him holding her top up to show him the most gorgeous red panties he had ever imagined. The perfect triangle of a lingerie ad was within his reach. The light in the room made the rich red fabric shimmer. He could see a few tiny tendrils of her dark hair out the sides. His eyes drank in every stitch, while gradually being drawn to a darker richer hue of red in the tiny bottom point of her panties where Beth's 'Squishiness' had seeped t

“Take your shorts and panties off.” “No. Fuck you,” she snarled, and I grinned. I used my hold on her hair and forced her to stand, and while I stared into her eyes, I ripped her shorts and panties off. “You sick bastard.” Yeah. I sure as fuck was. I brought her panties to my nose and inhaled. “You smell incredible, but more than that,” I said and showed her the material, crotch outward, “your panties are wet because you’re turned on.” I needed to fuck her right here on the dirty, hard forest ground until I was buried deep in her cunt, and my balls were pressed to her little ass.

“Sweet dreams, Aunt Sofia. Try not to wake me with your moans again. Unless you want company.” The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Sofia alone with the panties clutched in her hand, the scent of his cum mingling with her own arousal, her pussy so wet and empty it hurt. She pressed them to her face without thinking, inhaling deeply, and her fingers found their way between her legs one last time, circling frantically until the orgasm finally crashed over her, violent and shattering, her thighs quaking, her back arching, his name tearing from her throat in a muffled sob.

All the time I gripped his desk in both hands and squirmed, my pussy pulsing with passion. His fingers found the hem of my skirt and quickly lifted the tight, stretchy garment up my thighs and over my hips, my panties, the sexy little red panties that I intentionally started wearing because of him because I wanted to be his dirty little girl, were now tugged down out of the way with not a moment's thought. Cross suddenly dropped to his knees between my thighs, pausing with his face just inches from wet cunt. Oh fuck, he really want to see me pass out from too much pleasure.

Susan wore simple cotton panties, white and virginal, a stark contrast to the raw desire that now consumed her. Kayla’s fingers, hot and insistent, hooked into the waistband of Susan’s panties, pulling them down slowly, deliberately. Susan watched, mesmerized, as the fabric slid down her thighs, revealing the dark, moist triangle between her legs. A sweet, musky scent, uniquely female, filled the air. “God, you’re already so wet for me, aren’t you?” Kayla’s voice was a low growl, her eyes devouring the sight. She leaned in, her nose brushing against Susan’s pussy, inhaling deeply. “Mmm, smells so good. So sweet.”

I whispered, unable to stop myself from begging for more. Axel smirked as he ran his fingers over the damp fabric of my panties, the thin material barely providing any barrier between his teasing strokes and my aching clit. "You're so deliciously wet, baby girl," he murmured, his voice a sinful whisper that made me shiver with anticipation. His fingers pressed down on my clit through my soaked panties, making me whimper and squirm beneath him. Axel expertly traced circles around the sensitive nub, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive me wild but never enough to bring me over the edge. I could feel my wetness seeping through the fabric, my panties becoming even more soaked with

she whispers seductively. My eyes blaze and I sit back, grabbing the band of her pants and yanking them down, drinking in her sexy thighs and fuck… She’s wearing matching white panties, which again barely cover anything, showing off her smooth pussy underneath. There’s a damp patch – a telltale of just how turned on she is. I smirk looking up into her blushing face. “You look sexier than I remember and you're so fucking wet for me,” I whisper huskily as I yank off her panties, making her gasp.

He felt like a dick. He slowly got out and walked into his house. He collapsed down on the coach. His whole body was tired. Stress was a bitch. He reached for the TV remote but came into contact with something soft. He picked it up. It was Sienna's white cotton panties. They had a thin strap connecting each side of the cloth like a bikini and each string had a tiny little pink bow. Damn they were sexy. And not in that sex kitten type way, but in a simple girlie way.