Soaked Thong Novels & Stories

The wet spot on her thong was impossible to miss, a dark patch betraying just how soaked she was. The crowd went wild, cheers erupting louder, and hands reached out from every direction as he pulled her further in. Rough fingers pinched her nipples hard, twisting them until she yelped, the sharp pain shooting straight to her core and turning into throbbing pleasure. A hot tongue lapped at her neck, tracing up to her earlobe, sucking it into a warm mouth while teeth grazed her skin. Someone else, she couldn't even see who, slid a hand between her thighs from behind, cupping her mound through the thin fabric before pushing it aside, and calloused fingers found her swollen clit immediately, rub

The spot she kept the good stuff. Black lace thong. The one with the tiny satin bow. He’d taken it once before, jerked off into it in his dorm bathroom, then washed and returned it before anyone noticed. He lifted it now, soft fabric cool against his palm. His cock was already thickening in his jeans.

So soft. I smile at the obvious invitation and run my hand over her firm, round ass. "Yeah, feels real good." I let my hand stay there for a few seconds. Tanner blushes. I toss off my shirt and shorts while Tanner takes off her bra and panties. She sees my, well, her mom's, thong. "Ohhh, that's new. You're getting all grown up now." I bend over, slipping it off. I stand, holding the wet thong in my hand. "I think I like it. I have to get used to having the band up my ass."

The thong is soaked – has been since he raised his glass across the room. "Fuck," he breathes. "Already this wet? We haven't even –" "Then stop talking and do something about it." He shoves the thong aside. His fingers find me bare – slick, swollen, dripping – and he pushes two inside without warning. I gasp, my back arching into the coats, my hand grabbing his shoulder. He's thick-fingered, calloused, and he curls them upward immediately, finding the spot like he was born knowing where it lives.

Leo shivered, his hands sliding back onto the rough oak table behind him as he leaned his torso back, opening his legs wide for the master of the keep. Thorne’s eyes flared as he reached down, yanking the hem of Leo's tunic up until it bunched around his thick ribs. The light cotton of Leo's undergarments was completely soaked through with clear, thick Omega slick, the fabric clinging tightly to the heavy lips of his opening. Thorne let out a savage growl at the sight of the Omega's extreme arousal, his nostrils flaring as another heavy scent wave broke from Leo's skin. They both held their breath as Thorne’s thick fingers hooked into the waistband of the soaked cloth, tugging it firmly to t

She simply let the linen dress slide off her shoulders. Thabo’s eyes burned with hunger. He grabbed her by the throat, lifted her, and slammed her down onto the large, sturdy wooden daybed on the deck. The rough-hewn wood pressed against her back as he ripped her panties aside. The cool mist from the falls kissed her exposed skin while the roar of the waterfall sent a thrill through her. He freed his monstrous cock and rammed it into her soaked pussy in one savage thrust.

“You are soaking for me, mate." I couldn't hide it. My thong was soaked through with my juices. My skin pinched pleasurable as he inched closer to my soaked bud. Fuck! I threw my head back and groaned softly. He was teasing me, making me want him. How hungry for him did he want me to be? He stopped just short of my underwear. I could feel his fingers just mere millimeters away from me. I was exasperated. I wanted to feel his fingers against me.

He expressed now using his dick as a lipstick or lip-gloss against my lips. Opening my mouth I took his significant member in, playing with it. I had watched a few videos of how to do it, and I could say I was coming along really well based on the two constant groaning. I felt my skirt being hoisted up as I kneeled down sucking on Hayden's sweet dick, my stocking was removed and my panty pushed to the side, revealing my wet core ready to take both of them in. "You're already wet for us, and we haven't yet started baby girl," Hunter whispered before using his tongue to slide up and down my clit just the way I liked it.

he replied, as if it were so obvious. My mouth fell open. “You… you did?” “You were soaked and starting to shiver. I brought you up here and got you into something dry.” He released my arm and took a deliberate step back, giving me space. I clutched the neck of the shirt, now acutely aware of the vast amount of bare skin beneath it. The thong. The incredibly uncomfortable thong. My face turned even redder. “And the… the undies?” I murmured, trying to sound offended.

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