Novel & Cerita Soaking Through Panties

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟ "You smell fucking amazing..." My hands smoothly slide her pants down, revealing her panties, her now soaked panties. I almost let out a whistle. She's got these cotton panties on, pink with red and white roses. There's a tiny silk rose sewn onto the front. Most of the roses on the front are darker than the ones on her hips. Her slick has soaked right into the fabric. "I can't wait to taste you." I kiss a path down her thighs, wanting to savor every inch of her skin. Her skin is so soft and she smells ... clean. I don't know how else to explain it. Fresh and beautiful with a hint of something fruity.

He smirks when he sees my black lace panties and brings his nose to my crotch. He takes a whiff of my panties and his fingers wrap around the lace. With one brutal yank, Sir Oliver rips the delicate fabric in two, shredding it like paper in his hand. I gasp at the sudden exposure, my body shaking from the thrill of it all. I'm soaking wet. The ruined panties flutter to the ground like fallen petals. My bare flesh meets Sir Oliver's starving gaze. And yes, I'm smoothly shaved this time. Call me crazy but I've been shaving everyday since that night. And I've taken an interest in wearing panties more often.

Her legs were shaky as she turned off the water and dried her face. She dropped her charcoal-gray trousers and pink panties and sat on the toilet. A glance told her that those panties were drenched. Her hand reached out to grab the rag from the edge of the sink, pulling it once again to her face. Her other hand snaked down between her thighs to spread the petals of her soaking wet little pussy. She shook as soon as the tip of her finger touched her sensitive little button.

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.

"Take off your dress. Let me see all of you." My hands moved before my mind could argue. I pulled the dress over my head and stood there in just my bra and soaked panties. Alex looked at my heavy breasts and licked his lips. "Beautiful," he said. "Now the rest." I unhooked my bra. My full breasts spilled out. My pink nipples were stiff and aching. Then I slid my panties down my legs. Cool air touched my wet pussy and I shivered. Alex dropped his pants. His cock sprang free. Thick, long and veined. The head was already leaking. It looked so big. Much bigger than I imagined.

Now it was just my soaked panties clinging to me and his pants still half-zipped, cock straining against the fabric. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties. He didn’t pull them down right away, just tugged them aside, exposing me completely. One thick finger traced my slit, gathering wetness, then circled my clit, slow and mean. “Look at you,” he growled. “Dripping again already. You’re going to soak my sheets.” I whimpered, hips chasing his finger. “Take them off.”

It made my body react in ways I couldn’t control, my breathing turning uneven. My fingers drifted down to my panties, hooking lightly at the waistband before pulling them down slowly, the fabric brushing against my sensitive skin. I stepped out of them, my fingers grazing the damp material for a brief second, the realization sending another wave of heat through me. My thighs pressed together instinctively, trying to contain the feeling, but it only made it worse. The panties slipped from my fingers, dropping softly to my toes. “Turn on the shower.” He commanded, his hands running through his hair, his gaze still trailing over my bare body.

Her voice dropped into a dangerous tone“Or I’ll rip them off myself and shove them down your throat while I beat your ass purple.” My hands shook as I reached under my skirt. I put my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties and peeled it down my legs. I stepped out of them and held the soaked panties in my fist. Lila extended her hand,“Give them to me.” I hesitated only a second before placing the dripping panties in her hand. She lifted them to her nose, inhaled deeply, and let out a moan. “Mmm. So fucking soaked again. You really are a whore, aren’t you?”

I had to bite the inside of my cheek when he rubbed his fingers along my seam, finding my panties already soaking. 'Fucking hell, you are soaking. Get your sweet ass to the restroom now.'

I was soaking through my lace panties now, grinding shamelessly against the thick ridge of his cock. His hands stayed on my breasts for a while, squeezing and playing with them while he devoured my tits. Then one hand slid down my body, over my stomach, until his palm cupped my pussy through the drenched fabric. “Fuck… you’re so wet,” he muttered against my breast, voice husky. His fingers started rubbing me firmly through the thin, soaked panties, slow circles at first, then faster, pressing the lace right against my swollen clit. I gasped and rocked into his hand, my juices coating his fingers even through the material.