Soaking Through Panties Novels & Stories

Her eyes were wide, pupils blown. I reached up slowly, hooked my fingers into the waistband of her pajama shorts, and pulled them down along with her panties in one motion. Her pussy was shaved smooth and absolutely soaked, puffy lips swollen and glistening under the dim basement light. A thick, shiny string of her arousal stretched down her inner thigh before breaking and dripping onto the floor.

The low light clung to my skin, tracing the lace of the black lingerie. It felt like a second skin, clinging, whispering promises with every breath. The panties, a mere suggestion of fabric, offered a tantalizing peek through the small keyhole cut into the crotch. My reflection stared back, a woman on the precipice, primed for a fall. Anticipation hummed in my veins, a dark, sweet melody. Anything tonight. Everything.

My gaze wandered from her face to her breasts and then to her thick, black curly triangle. Before she went into the shower, she threw her panties in the laundry basket and then sat down on the toilet. Even when she peed, I watched her with fascination. When she was done, she spread her legs seductively and wiped her pussy dry with toilet paper. She threw the paper into the toilet, got up and flushed. One last time I saw her great ass and then she disappeared in the shower cabin. After a few minutes she came out again, dried herself and then put on red panties that were cut just as tight as the one that had landed in the laundry basket just before.

So full and sensitive. Next came my panties, soaked through from the buildup. I turned and bent over, giving the camera a view of my round ass and the glimpse of my shaved pussy lips peeking out. Sliding them down my thighs, I kicked them aside, naked now except for the thigh-high stockings that made me feel extra slutty.

Sends some of the weirdest sensations through my body. Her hands are pushing my t-shirt up, so I move back slightly to allow myself to take the shirt off. She grins at me before saying “Right, I am going for a shower” then unhooks her deep purple lacy bra and slips off her matching panties and walks away from me to the walk in shower.

"You want to be in those pictures. Bound. Helpless. Begging for my touch." My pussy throbs and my panties are soaked. "Yes," I whisper.

The concrete bites into my skin, cold and unforgiving, and she circles around to face me. Her silk robe hangs open now, revealing a black lace bra that barely contains her perfect tits and matching panties that are... Fucking soaked. The black lace is nearly transparent with wetness, clinging to her pussy lips, and I can see the outline of her swollen clit straining against the fabric. "Oh my God." I start laughing, delighted. "Look at you. Your cunt is absolutely dripping. Does slapping naked pledges around always make your panties this wet, or am I just that fucking special?"

I’m wearing a matching pair of panties, but the background is white and the hearts are pink. Beau growls as he slips his hand down into the opening so that he’s cupping my sex. My arousal is immediately apparent and his grin turns sharp, all predator to my helpless, albeit very willing, prey. “Why, Nanny. You’re panties are absolutely soaked.” He steps closer to me. The heat radiating off of his body gives me pleasant shivers. “We should really take those off of you.” I swallow hard. Gods, yes. But first… “The door,” I say.

I stole a glance at her red cheeks I fingered her without taking off her panties "Max..." I love the way she calls my name...it turns me on I licked her already soaked panties Her pu$$y juice dripped through her panties "Max you're killing me"she said with tears streaming down her cheeks I pulled off her damped panties...I inhaled the sweet scent of her pu$$y I sucked on the flesh In my mouth.. pulling and taking it in repeatedly "Oh please"she threw her head backwards in estacy

I stroked faster, my nose buried in the real dirty pair I had stolen today. The video played on as she stepped into the shower, water cascading over her skin. She soaped up her tits, massaging them slowly, her hands gliding over her slick body. I licked the crotch of her actual panties, tasting the salty, tangy residue of her pussy. "God, you taste so fucking good," I moaned into the fabric, my tongue dragging along the stained material. I sucked on it gently, imagining my mouth was on her real pussy instead.