Novel & Cerita Soaked Panties

The humiliation was intoxicating, making me dizzy, making me wetter. "Now the panties. Turn around. Let me see that ass first." I turned around, my heart racing with a mix of nerves and anticipation. The crotch of my panties was soaked, clinging to my swollen lips. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and slowly peeled them down, turning them inside out, revealing the firm, pale globes of my ass. I bent over slightly to step out of them, knowing my hairy cunt was now in full view. I tossed them aside and turned to face him, completely naked.

I kicked them off, leaving me in just my thin, soaked camisole and a pair of simple cotton panties. He let out a low whistle. “Look at that. Already soaked for me. You really are a little slut, aren’t you?” He reached out and hooked a finger into the crotch of my panties, pulling the fabric aside. The cool air hit my bare, wet folds, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped my lips. He ran a single finger slowly up my slit, gathering my wetness on his fingertip. He brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply.

Her shape was more Rubenesque than she was in the video, but still great proportions and tone. Mum's panties were soaked with moisture from her arousal to the point I could almost see right through them to her pussy. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them too off her hips and down her thighs. Her pussy was so wet they clung there a moment longer, letting go with a snap. Down and off along with her pants. Mum was now naked too, as Ginger and me.

Shе mоаnѕ, brеаthіng hаrd аnd whіmреrіng аѕ the tips оf mу fіngеrѕ bеgіn to brеасh the lace panties ѕhе’ѕ wearing. The material іѕ soaking wet wіth dеѕіrе. I slide thеm slowly dоwn hеr thighs with thе rеѕt of her drеѕѕ. My fіngеrѕ ѕtrоkе and tоuсh the sensitive ѕkіn dоwn her lеgѕ. The ѕtеаm swirls аrоund uѕ, and ѕhе beckons mе оntо thе tіlеѕ undеr thе ruѕhіng wаtеr.

He could see it—how soaked my panties were, how ready I was for him. His hand cupped me through the damp fabric, his fingers rubbing over the soaked material with deliberate slowness, drawing a helpless moan from my lips. When he finally pushed my panties aside, his fingers grazed my swollen, sensitive clit, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure coursing through me.

God, I tried. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and drew it down my legs so slowly that I felt every inch of the lace against my skin. When it reached my ankles, he crouched patiently,a nd took them completely off. The position he was put him just inches from where I was already soaking and aching. I felt his breath there and I didn’t know when I whimpered his name. “Shh,” he responded and rose to his feet, his large frame towering me again. Now, I wished I hadn’t told him to go gentle. He pressed the soaked panties into my palms and closed it. “Hold this,” he said. “You won’t need them again tonight.”

I stood in my bra and lacey panties—which were already soaked—with my slick cream dripping down my thighs. I removed my bra with ease, and my large breasts spilled out. Each nipple stood hard and flushed, swollen from need. Fuck! I rolled it between my fingers so hard that I gasped, my back arching so hard that it seemed like it was going to split. My fingers hooked the side of my panties, and I rolled it down; it pulled beneath me. I pressed a finger to my pussy lips, and it was damn soaked. I raised my shiny finger up and dipped it into my mouth, leaking it hungrily.

Matteo took her wet panties and held them up to his nose. He inhaled her wet panties, trying to scent her arousal. The aroma was divine and extremely stimulating. He could feel his cock firming up and expanding in his pants. "I really love the color of your panties Princess... Brown….my favorite" he sniffed in. "And it smell so good, Princess." Matteo hummed as he sniffed, admiring her naked body on the bed. He moved her panties from his nose to his lips, kissing them before licking the wet spot in her panties.

smooth guy. We all got dressed. Tanner left the room first. As I came out, Mr. K. came out of his room wearing these sexy loose pants and a linen shirt. He held up a finger. I paused, letting Tanner go down the stairs. Mr. K reached out and dropped my wet panties into my hand. I reacted without thinking and pressed them to my face. They smelled strong. My orgasm and the smell of cum. I looked at Mr. K with wide eyes. He just smiled and walked down the stairs. I went back and put those panties in the bottom of my backpack. I may never wash them.

My hand fisted the armrest, my balls aching as I fought the urge to lunge. She spun slowly, her ass flexing in her jeans. She bent over just enough to pop the zipper, dragging it down tooth by tooth. She peeled the denim off her creamy, slim-thick thighs before kicking them free to leave her in simple white cotton panties. They were plastered wet to her pussy, the crotch see-through and dark. Holy fuck, she’s drenched. Those good-girl panties were wrecked. I can’t wait to rip them aside and tongue-fuck that creamy slit till she soaks my face.