Soaked Panties Novels & Stories

I get the feeling she's rushing me to get this over with and I understand her anxiety but I won't rush. She comes up for air, baring her long, slender neck. I trail my lips down her chin, licking and sucking her pulse point until she starts rubbing herself against my erection. "Dante" she whimpers, clinging to my shoulders. I slip my hand inside her slit only to be met by underwear. "What is this?" She giggles "Built-in panties" "Since when did they start making those?" "You didn't think I'd walk around butt naked. Did you?" "A man can only hope," I say palming her pussy through the material "Fuck, baby, you're soaking wet"

Andy nodded, pouting. "As you can remember, someone was chasing me then. And I jumped from the outside to your backyard. And I saw that there were clothes hanging, and at that time I had a wound on my arm so I planned to take a cloth to aid my wound, BUT! I got something else. And that is your... your panty with Monday written on it. Come to think of it, Baby, you haven't shown me the Tuesday to Sunday panties yet," Andy buried her face in Clein's chest and slapped him in embarrassment. In the morning…

Seyi retorted. Omah took his cigarette from his mouth and grinned. "Those previous girls are not Prof. Ajayi's daughter you know. Besides you guys need to stop hopping from one chick to another. How do you even do it sef?" Dayo thought his friend knew better, a pity he doesn't. Well why else was he his best friend if he couldn't enlighten him on such small issues such as this one. "The best thing about panties is taking them off. The game is simple. You see a girl you'd like to smash. You pursue them, spend a few thousands. You get into their panties. You move on. It's so damn exciting!" He declared,

Consumed with the idea of breaking his limit, I sit back, spread my legs wide enough for my iPad to fit in, and take a picture of my soaked panties. The shutter sound makes me look at myself, eyes dark, narrow… screaming wild things he dare not say. It's my turn to play the fool. I ignore him and zoom in on the photo. Blue panties soaked to filth you can literally see it dropping. And what’s more interesting is my soft folds beating against it, you can trace your fingers around the rough areas that form a knot against my panties. It's so fucking good… I gulp dryly, knowing that my next step may consume us.

The concrete bites into my skin, cold and unforgiving, and she circles around to face me. Her silk robe hangs open now, revealing a black lace bra that barely contains her perfect tits and matching panties that are... Fucking soaked. The black lace is nearly transparent with wetness, clinging to her pussy lips, and I can see the outline of her swollen clit straining against the fabric. "Oh my God." I start laughing, delighted. "Look at you. Your cunt is absolutely dripping. Does slapping naked pledges around always make your panties this wet, or am I just that fucking special?"

I stole a glance at her red cheeks I fingered her without taking off her panties "Max..." I love the way she calls my name...it turns me on I licked her already soaked panties Her pu$$y juice dripped through her panties "Max you're killing me"she said with tears streaming down her cheeks I pulled off her damped panties...I inhaled the sweet scent of her pu$$y I sucked on the flesh In my mouth.. pulling and taking it in repeatedly "Oh please"she threw her head backwards in estacy

I smiled and continued, feeling my cold mouth slowly get warmer against her soft skin. She pulled me in closer, groaning my name like a desperate prayer. Her lacy underwear was pointless. It was soaking with her juices. There was no point in her still wearing it. “This has got to go," I mumbled again, her skin, hooking my finger on the panty, and in one swift movement, it was off. My fingers tested her folds. She was soaking wet and my trousers could testify. “So soaked," I mumbled, releasing her hardened nipple from my mouth and groaning against her soft skin. “What am I going to do with you?"

I watched as she picked up my panties from where they’d been tossed aside, then crawled between my thighs again. “You don’t want to be dripping all the way to your car, do you?” she said, smirking as she spread my folds with her fingers. I shook my head, biting my lip. “No... but that’s not exactly going to help.” She balled up the soaked fabric and slowly pushed it into my pussy, inch by inch. I let out a quiet gasp as the fabric filled me, soaking up the remains of Jack’s release. “This’ll keep it in,” she whispered, sealing me up with her fingers before closing my legs. “All tucked away like a dirty little secret.”

It’s all I can think of – its all I want, and all I could ever want. I am on my knees now – all caution and propriety are vanished. With both hands, I part her thighs and begin to lick up the track of the little brown stream on her right thigh. I am inching my way towards her panties and the forbidden treasures they hold. Her shit is thicker now, hotter, stronger and more arousing. I have hiked her dress up to her waist, exposing her beige cotton panties. My eyes are met with an indescribably perverse sight. Her lovely panties are bulging with her hot soft shit. It is seeping out of the right leg-hole, staining her cotton crotch a wet brownish yellow.

He really enjoyed himself. Susan let out a breath as she realize just how soaked her pussy is. My panties are drenched. Fuck. She brush a lock of raven hair back behind her ear as she swallow weakly. Throwing the skirt off of her body, she stretch before getting up from the chair. Then she slide her soaked panties down her legs. Once she toss the dirty underwear into the air, she head to the bed and dig out her new dildo.