Sexy Wet Panties Novels & Stories

Shamefully, eagerly wet. His fingers traced the edge of my panties, feeling how soaked the fabric had become. A quiet shiver ran through me as he pressed the flat of his hand firmly against my center, rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit through the drenched lace. The pressure was perfect, teasing yet deliberate. On the screen, a woman screamed as something monstrous chased her through a pitch-black forest, but I could barely register it. All my mind was focused on was Lucas’s hand working between my spread thighs in the dark.

She gasped, feeling a rush of anticipation as he whispered against her panties, "I want to discover every inch of you, to find all the ways I can bring you pleasure." He inserted his hands into her panties and gripped her ass cheeks firmly, pulling her closer. His touch made her gasp; he explored the curves and contours of her buttocks, crotch, and sensitive skin, leaving no inch untouched. The feel of his fingers fiddling with the hem of her panties made her yearn for him to slide them down and uncover the hidden secrets, exposing her vulnerability to his eager touch. Soon, he pulled down her panties, exposing her throbbing desire. His gaze was fixed on the sight before him—her secret treas

Oh, I smell your sweet arousal and it’s so freaking divine. Oh, baby... lift your butt off the bed and slide your hand over your pussy, over your cute panties and feel your own damp arousal. Keep playing with your breasts with one hand and caress your crotch with the other. Do you feel that wonderful fluttering in your belly... and that crazy craving? Oh, fuck... you’re making me so horny watching you do this. Now slide your hand down inside your panty and dip into that sweet wetness, let your fingers slide over and dance around on your sensitive pussy lips. Yes, that’s it. That is so fucking it. Now slide in your other hand and push your panties down your shapely thighs, now kick them off c

He picks up his jeans and takes his wallet out of his pocket for a condom. My bottoms are off and my panties, I lay naked below for him with my knees bent and my legs open enough to give him a good, satisfying view of my slick pussy. I can feel the wetness and stickiness on my thighs. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Petal. So damn beautiful. I could spend the rest of my life just looking at your pretty pussy. It’s perfection.”

Alina pov I knelt patiently outside his office door, sitting back on my heels, wearing nothing but the delicate red lace panties I had bought just for him. The waiting was torture. The air smelt like the thick scent of arousal. Mr Parker ordered yesterday not to wash my pussy. The dried remains of my cum still clung on my skin, making it unbearable to control my desire. I had worn the same panties all night, touching myself again and again thinking about his long hard dick, that was going to get buried deep inside me.

My dick seems the same as always at least. I find a pair of panties toward the bottom. Heather-gray-colored Calvin Kleins. A standard hipster low-rise style, elastic band at the top. Meant to be comfy, but damn are they sexy. A bit bigger than I expected. She’s a thinner woman, but these held some thickness. I look inside, the crotch. God damn, there’s a bit of a stain. Nothing too gross, just the slightest streak of residue. Discharge, dried pussy juice. Ok a bit gross, but not to me. I stuff my nose straight in, inhaling deeply. This is what my boss’s cunt smells like. These panties spent a whole day stuffed inside her warm pants, clinging tightly against her pussy. It smells strong, but s

“Show me that virgin pussy, baby.” I obeyed, cheeks burning with shame and arousal. My thighs parted slowly, knees bending, until I was open for him—for all of them. Cool air kissed my overheated skin, and I could feel how soaked I was. The thin fabric of my panties clung to me, translucent with my wetness, the outline of my swollen lips and the dark little patch of hair clearly visible. I knew every man in the room could see it. The thought made me clench, another rush of slick heat flooding out of me.

The silky fabric whispered up my thighs as Dante’s hand moved with purpose, his fingertips brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, so close to where I was aching and soaked for them. Dante’s breath was hot against my ear. “Let’s see how wet our girl is already,” he murmured, his voice rough with hunger. His fingers finally reached my panties, pressing firmly against the drenched lace. He rubbed slow, firm circles over my pussy through the thin fabric, feeling exactly how soaked I was. “Fuck, Dad… she’s absolutely dripping. Her panties are soaked through. This greedy little cunt is weeping for us.” Victor groaned into my mouth, sucking on my tongue before breaking the kiss just enough

I crave his every seduction and non stop sexual touches. I crave them all. No double not triple thoughts regarding such. His moon goddess enchanted fingers finally collide my walls. They collide my pu**y wall. Pretty great am not on tight. Panties alone. Removal is clearly easier witj only weak and easy tearable panties present. His palm and finger's both caress my panties. He feel my wetness. Well my juice wets and moisturizes my undies. Courtesy of him and his fingers performance He slowly shit aside my undies.

He kept groaning my name as he emptied himself, hips jerking. I was panting, trembling, my own orgasm hovering just out of reach from nothing but the sight and smell of it. When he finally sagged back, cock still twitching, he looked at me with that dangerous, satisfied smirk. “Look at the mess you made, little sis. Now take those wet panties off and put these cum-soaked ones on. Right here where I can watch.” My hands shook as I reached under my sundress, hooking my fingers into my drenched cotton panties. I was about to slide them down when—