Soaked Thong Novels & Stories

But now I’ve found what I’m looking for! That purple whale tail thong that peeps raunchily above the top of her blue jeans so tight they look spray painted onto her naked body. I run it through my fingers. It's so brief! The front’s just a tiny triangle of sheeny purple satin hardly big enough to cover a woman’s full bush, the back a strip just wide enough to nestle between the cheeks of her backside, and just a little bit more for show. She didn’t know I was spying on her just days ago kissing her boyfriend with her eyes closed in blissful pleasure, with his hand under her denim miniskirt hungrily fingering her between her willingly spread legs through this same purple thong! I run the purp

They swayed as she walked to the dresser and pulled out a tiny black thong she’d left there. “These are going to stay on for now,” she said, stepping into them. “But I’m going to ride you until they’re soaked.” She straddled me slowly, her thick thighs on either side of my hips. Her pussy was already dripping — I could see it glisten as she reached down and guided the fat head of my cock right to her entrance. She rubbed it up and down through her soaked folds once, twice, teasing the head against her clit until I was groaning.

He looked like he had it as hard as me, but I wanted revenge, and who knows—maybe my little taunt could lead me into getting railed. I spread my legs as wide as I could, the ache between them unbearable. Alex was staring directly at my soaked panties now. He wasn’t concentrating anymore; he was about to drop the call when I looked at him with a glare. But I doubt that’s how I looked to him. Maybe I was staring with pleading eyes. Who cares? I was in a thong—a yellow one, clinging to me and dark with my wetness. Slowly, I hooked a finger under the thin fabric and tugged it aside, baring my slick, swollen folds to his hungry eyes. My pussy lips glistened under the study’s dim light, swollen an

He sprinkled saliva over my skin under the shirt, mouthing my boob full, sucking the nipple deep like he owned it. "Oh yea... ageeeeghhhh... hhhh." I moaned uncontrollably quiet, core flooding slick under my panties from the hidden tease. Mia shifted, but her eyes stayed glued, too focused, thank God. His free hand slid higher under the blanket, fingers pushing my dress up, parting my thighs subtle. Thumb slid through my folds over lace, feeling the wetness. "Soaked for my best friend 's brother's mouth," he growled muffled from under, voice vibrating against my breast.

'Not just my lingerie? Jake nodded, speechless, his strokes picking up speed. I untied my robe fully, letting it pool at my feet. Underneath, I wore that same black thong, already damp between my thighs. My pussy lips swelled against the fabric, aching. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slid it down slowly, bending just enough to give him a view of my ass, round and firm. Stepping out of it, I stood naked before him, my shaved pussy glistening. The scent of my arousal filled the small space, mixing with his musk.

I stood up, heart hammering, and pushed my shorts down my legs, stepping out of them. The tiny black thong I had on underneath left almost nothing covered. The cool basement air hit my bare ass and the front of my pussy. I sat back down fast, my thighs tight together, but I knew he could see the thin strip of fabric between my legs and how it was already clinging because I was soaked. “Goddamn,” Ryan breathed, eyes locked right there. “That thong is fucking tiny, Soph. You walk around campus wearing shit like that? No wonder you got that body now. You’re dripping already, aren’t you?”

“Bend over. Ass up. Legs spread.” My breath catches, but I obey immediately, draping myself over the padded leather. The babydoll rides up, fully exposing my ass and the thin strip of my thong. Cool air kisses my already damp pussy. Kai runs his hand slowly up the back of my thigh, then yanks the thong aside, baring me completely to the watching crowd. “Fuck, look at that pretty pink pussy,” he says loud enough for nearby people to hear. “Already wet for me, aren’t you, slut?”

I fire back, voice dripping with challenge. Let him stew. Let him watch. This week is mine. I let the red lace bra slip from my shoulders and fall away. The chat explodes. MrBigShot: Holy fuck those tits HungHorse88: Pinch them for me baby TipLord99 tipped $50: Lose the thong NOW DaddyWantsIt tipped $100: Spread wider princess I smile, slow and wicked, and hook my thumbs into the thin straps of the thong. I peel it down my hips, inch by inch, until it drops to the bed. The room fills with pings.

It stopped as he hooked into the soaked waistband of that pathetic thong. He slide his hand on it, and circled a finger on the wet middle of her thong, tapping on it multiple times with his middle finger "Ohh, fuckkk!!" He dragged the waistband down slowly and the wet lace peeled away from her pussy, with a sticky wet sound. The strip clung to her swollen lips, and a thick glistening rope of juice stretched long before it finally snapped and it dripped down her thigh and dropped. Completely naked now except for those nasty straps.

"You smell so fucking good and fuck your pussy looks so good in this sexy thong, too.“He groans out saying as his thumbs rubs out my swollen clit through the material. "Did I buy this?”He asks as am already nodding in greedy and wanton anticipation. “I’ll get you more”He growls out and I arched my hips, as continues to tease me over the fabric. The thong already soaked through with my juice. "Is it always like this?”I ask half croaking and half moaning.