Soaked Panties Novels & Stories

“Come out you little vixen! I’ll teach you a lesson for seducing my son!” Oh my god. “Mum, there’s no one here. No one seduced me okay” “Oh really?” she said and turned around, holding the lace panties I was wearing last night. Holy shit. I paled. That thing had my dried cum on it. “What is this then?” She dangled the panties in front of my face. “What is this Aito? Female underwear or do you want to tell me that it’s yours too? Do you wear panties now?"

He leans up on his elbows so my arm fits between us. He holds my gaze as I slide my free hand down my half-bare body to the waistband of my skirt, then under and into my panties. What I find there almost doesn’t make sense for a moment. How, when I am nothing but fire, am I producing so much wetness? Because I’m soaked, all the way through my panties and probably onto my skirt. Maybe onto Dante’s nice couch, so he can never forget I was here. His eyes burn. “Well?”

“You are pathetic.” Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public.” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.”

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟ "You smell fucking amazing..." My hands smoothly slide her pants down, revealing her panties, her now soaked panties. I almost let out a whistle. She's got these cotton panties on, pink with red and white roses. There's a tiny silk rose sewn onto the front. Most of the roses on the front are darker than the ones on her hips. Her slick has soaked right into the fabric. "I can't wait to taste you." I kiss a path down her thighs, wanting to savor every inch of her skin. Her skin is so soft and she smells ... clean. I don't know how else to explain it. Fresh and beautiful with a hint of something fruity.

I stroked faster, my nose buried in the real dirty pair I had stolen today. The video played on as she stepped into the shower, water cascading over her skin. She soaped up her tits, massaging them slowly, her hands gliding over her slick body. I licked the crotch of her actual panties, tasting the salty, tangy residue of her pussy. "God, you taste so fucking good," I moaned into the fabric, my tongue dragging along the stained material. I sucked on it gently, imagining my mouth was on her real pussy instead.

I’m wearing a matching pair of panties, but the background is white and the hearts are pink. Beau growls as he slips his hand down into the opening so that he’s cupping my sex. My arousal is immediately apparent and his grin turns sharp, all predator to my helpless, albeit very willing, prey. “Why, Nanny. You’re panties are absolutely soaked.” He steps closer to me. The heat radiating off of his body gives me pleasant shivers. “We should really take those off of you.” I swallow hard. Gods, yes. But first… “The door,” I say.

I said, voice low and amused. She flinched again, but obeyed, fumbling with the button and zipper until it slid down her hips, pooling at her feet. Her panties were barely a scrap of cloth — thin, black, and utterly soaked through. She tried to cover herself instinctively, crossing her arms over her chest, squeezing her thighs together. I tsked softly. "None of that," I said. "Hands at your sides. I want to see every inch of you."

Nesting inside them were a pair of white panties. Annie had dropped onto her haunches and looked on as her hand reached down for them; as her thumb and forefinger fondled the soiled gusset. Squatting over the open jeans she pictured Michele standing over her, the statuesque brunette with her feet spread and ass raised. She'd pictured her smooth tan skin, her bulging muscles taught and flexing. Annie pinched hard at the dried stain, grinding her thumb into it, before raising it to her mouth. ...

I had to bite the inside of my cheek when he rubbed his fingers along my seam, finding my panties already soaking. 'Fucking hell, you are soaking. Get your sweet ass to the restroom now.'

I whimpered softly, rolling onto my side and pressing my thighs together tightly, trying to ease the frustration. It only made it worse. “Tristan…” I whispered into the pillow, voice already breaking. My nipples were hard and aching against the thin fabric of my crop top. I could feel how wet my panties were- completely drenched, the slickness coating my inner thighs. I groaned in frustration, hips twitching involuntarily as I rubbed my legs together again, seeking any kind of relief. But…..Nothing helped. I couldn’t take it anymore. With shaky hands, I reached down and hooked my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties. I peeled them off slowly, the co