Soaked Thong Novels & Stories

Drunk on my last-minute madness, I bend over and slip off my panties. The fragile thong comes rolling down my legs, revealing the soaked area richly laced with my wetness. While Riley had gassed me up, I was busy melting on my panties. My wetness forms a dirty thread sticking from my pussy to the soaked area. It continues to thin out as my panties roll down my legs. The sight of it… Dear god! The elevator bings and the door suddenly opens before I can reach for my dirty thong. A sultry baritone fills in, too familiar to be ignored, and when it blends with the intoxicating barrel scent, I’m forced to look up.

As I walked out of Mom's bedroom I heard her sigh resignedly. I smirked knowing that she was hoping that I would climb over her just as I was. But I knew that she would appreciate my choice of attire as soon as she saw it. I returned to my bedroom and got out my new black G-string thong. The thong cradled my balls and hugged my hard cock lewdly, giving everyone a clear outline of my hard cock. The black fabric looked amazing against my pale skin and I couldn't help admiring myself in the mirror.

Charlotte’s ass was still presented high, back arched deeply. The tiny red thong was completely soaked dark and clinging transparently to her meaty, swollen cunt lips. Her puffy outer lips were visibly throbbing. The thin fabric stretched tight over her dripping slit, a steady trickle of her juices running down her thick thighs. Leo hooked two fingers under the thin strip of the thong and yanked it roughly to the side, fully exposing her glistening, needy pussy. The sight made his cock twitch violently. Her cunt was puffy, dark and engorged, inner lips flushed dark pink, begging, clenching and fluttering openly as if begging to be filled.

I lunged at him to grab my thong, but he moved back, taking it further from my reach. "Give it back." "No." He folded it and slipped it into his pant pocket. "I'll have your thong with me, a constant reminder of exactly how your arousal smells. And you'll walk around bare underneath, knowing I have your thong with me." How can someone say something so sinful and dirty with a straight face. Meanwhile, I already knew mine was burning pink. "Zane, no. I can't walk around ba—" "Of course you can. And you will."

he told me, his voice husky, tingles dancing across my skin. I smiled at him, flashing my teeth, having to stop myself from rolling my eyes. Theonardo loved to be cheesy and romantic, but I adored it. His words meant so much to me. "Are you soaking for me, baby?" I widened my eyes. It seemed Theonardo didn't want to be romantic after all. I wasn't complaining though. I loved his raunchy, filthy side. I shook my head, pretending to not even be bothered by his words. The truth was though, that I was indeed soaking for him. My underwear felt soggy against my skin as I shuffled, noticing how Theonardo's fingers trailed down to my thighs. He teased the skin, his fingertips dancing across it delic

His thumbs brushed the edge of the fabric and I shivered hard. “Jesus fuck, Mara,” he muttered, eyes locked between my legs. “You’re soaked already. I can see it through the fucking thong.” I spread my legs wider, letting him look, the cotton was dark and clinging to my lips, the string in the back completely swallowed by my ass. I was dripping so much I could feel it starting to slide down toward my asshole. He groaned and leaned in, mouth right against my ear. “You want me to rip this little thing off and tongue fuck you right here?”

But right now, the silk material was soaked and see through. It clung to my wet body, my titties now pointing through and I was sure my panties were almost invisible. The thong I had on beneath it was as good as nothing at the moment. I wrapped my arms around myself, biting my lip nervously. "I don't want to get water everywhere." He just shook his head, chuckling softly at my statement. "It's not a big deal. But don't worry, wait here, I'll get you a towel."

When the dress came off, Maxwell had a clear view of her sexy black thong. “Damn. You are so beautiful,” he groaned, seeing the contrast between the underwear and Dawn’s pearly white skin. It was a simple black, thin-strapped thong, but it was more than enough to increase the tension beneath his towel. Maxwell climbed back up and captured her lips. By then, his towel had come off, but he didn’t care. He ravished her lips while his hand reached for her core. He first rubbed outside her thong, making her jolt again, but at the same time, it only made her cling tighter to him.

Then his lips attacked the side of my wet neck, pulling my wet hair away as he sucked at the soft skin, kissing and licking possessively. In no time, his hands were pulling my soaked dress down to reveal my naked skin and the material slid down my legs to flop down onto the wet floor with a wet sound, leaving me in nothing but my wet bra and thong. His soft lips covered mine noisily, warm and wet as he grabbed my thong and yanked it down my ass to my thighs, till it was free to drop down to my feet.

I try to speak but the words die even before they form. My throat thickens as I swallow heavy lumps of saliva and feel the full effect of his fingertips sending thrills up my body. Oh… yeah… I have no business curling my toes, or letting my body grow sensitive to his touch. Neither do my thighs have any business quaking with the urge to clap my throbbing cunt that still aches. “You should go take a warm bath. Had a long day.” He sets down my second foot. I didn't even know when he peeled off the second shoe and massaged both feet. I’m a perv. A fucking one.