Soaked Panties Novels & Stories

I know my panties must be wet, it has happened to me countless times, sometimes i even thought of how his huge dick will feel in my throat. I know am not supposed to have this feeling but i just can't help myself from admiring his figure. "he's just so perfect", i thought..i quickly said sorry and told him i brought his juice before leaving his room with my heart pounding in my chest and my pussy so wet that i can feel it dripping .

Freda's Pov Alexa's cunt was still gaping and clenching helplessly when I dragged my own soaked thong down my full thighs. The lace panties were thoroughly soiled with cunt cream and clung to my fat cunt lips like it didn't want to let go. I forced it down, leaving it to dangle around my left ankle, the same way Alexa's was. Cool harsh breeze slapped me square on my pulsing, wet snatch and I hissed. "Fuck.... look at that. " I muttered, loud enough for the driver and Alexa to hear. "I'm much more soaked down you, Lex. "

“You’ve made a fucking mess of your panties, baby girl, soaking them through with your cum. I think we’d better take these off.” My fingers push under the edge of her panties, brushing against her soft, silken pussy before hooking into the soaked panties. I yank them down, making her gasp as I half rip them off in my zeal, letting them drop to tangle at her knees. She whimpers, panting as she stays just like that bent over, ass up, and legs spread for the both of us with her messy panties caught at her knees.

I lifted my hips off the bed, and he hooked his fingers fully into the waistband. Both hands. Gripping it carefully and he pulled my shorts down slowly. Teasingly, and revealing me inch by inch. My panties was there. White cotton. Simple, and very Innocent-looking. Except they weren't innocent anymore. They were soaked. The fabric between my legs was dark with wetness, and it was transparent, and clinging to every fold of my pussy. The outline of my lips was very visible, and the swell of my mound. Everything.

Upside down, I watch my heavily soaked panties. ‘Jeez, Pam!’ The same part of me tries to scold me but I’m beyond that. I shove my hand in and peel off my panties. The rich sight has me gasping. It’s incredibly wild watching the slimy cum drip from my wet pussy. It carelessly spills along my thighs. It leaves me curling my toes and hoping to fuck with you. ‘PAM!’ I swipe a pad-full and pull out. Finally standing upright, I stare at my coated finger.

Now it was just my soaked panties clinging to me and his pants still half-zipped, cock straining against the fabric. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties. He didn’t pull them down right away, just tugged them aside, exposing me completely. One thick finger traced my slit, gathering wetness, then circled my clit, slow and mean. “Look at you,” he growled. “Dripping again already. You’re going to soak my sheets.” I whimpered, hips chasing his finger. “Take them off.”

The image is so vivid, so real, that a rush of heat surges through me, leaving me damp, throbbing. I glance at him. He’s still asleep. Perfect. I bite my lip, fighting with myself, but the need is too great. I let my hand slide under the thin fabric of my skirt. My fingers brush over my panties , already soaked , and I inhale sharply. I press harder, rubbing myself, letting the pleasure build. My eyes close, and a quiet moan escapes my lips before I can stop it. Then I feel it , warm breath, right against my cheek.

She arched forward so that her breasts popped at me and I drank in my mom's voluptuous, supple spheres. "Awesome! But, I can only see the top. Lemme see your panties," I requested and a smile remained painted on mom's lips. "Mmm, 'panties' is such a dirty word," mom said, standing up, her robe sliding off her shoulders to the chair. "...especially to say you mother." I eyed the absolute treat unveiling itself to me while I pondered her comment. Should I not refer to them as panties? 'Underwear' is such a boring word. "So, do you like my panties, baby?" The seductive way she said the word 'panties' sent a pulse through my cock. I nearly moaned aloud.

I felt heat spread up my thigh, causing my p*ssy lips to close around the crotch of my now taut panties. He moved his hand down to my below, and shoved it in my panties without wasting time. He began searching for my cunt which he found immediately, and not surprisingly, already wet…very wet. His fingers slipped in as his thumb brushed my clit, I hissed quietly as I slowly thrust against his fingers that were already pumping so much pleasure into my body right now -and he hadn't even started doing anything yet. I couldn't hold it in any more, I moaned softly as his fingers started moving in and out of my very tight p*ssy. My walls wouldn't stop clutching on his fingers, and I love it.

I leaned back harder against the locked door, my legs feeling weak and shaky. My fingers travelled straight down to my pussy. I didn’t even think about it. I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and yanked the zipper down. My hand pushed inside my panties, sliding over my smooth skin until I reached my soaked folds. I was dripping wet. My panties were completely ruined, sticky and warm. My clit was swollen, sensitive, and begging for touch. The second my fingers brushed it, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through me.