Soaking Through Panties Novels & Stories

And it dangled at the entrance of her pussy, aching to push through her panties. Her panties were still on her waist. I reached for the waistline and pulled it down, still staring into her eyes to watch her expressions, and I snatched the little piece of fabric off her waist. She gasped. “Don’t worry,” I cooed, tasting her panties after inhaling her sweet scent. “I’ll be gentle.” I threw her panties down to the floor. My hands reached for the shower and turned it on, the cold water rushing in full force as droplets splattered all over the floor and on my body.

Certainly, I wasn't under the drugs anymore. But why was Dane's presence having this much control over my body? It was embarrassing. My breath came in quick spurts as I pulled down my trousers. My fingers fumbling as I shifted my panties to the side. Fucking hell! My entire panties had been soaked. Wet, warm and slimy. My fingers grazed through the wetness. I moaned silently, biting my bottom lip. Fragments of images flashed through my mind. Images of Dane's hands rubbing my clit.

I used the dildo to tease my pussy without taking off my panties. “Hmmm,” I kicked back my head as I began to feel the sensation in my pussy warm up. My pussy was starting to get wet with my juices. “Oh yes, this feels so good. I can’t wait for this dildo to be inside my pussy and fuck the shit of me,” I cried out, moaning softly. My panties were already soaked with my juices. “I’m going in kitties,” I announced as I used my dildo to shove my panties to the side and slipped it into my pussy.

I stood in my bra and lacey panties—which were already soaked—with my slick cream dripping down my thighs. I removed my bra with ease, and my large breasts spilled out. Each nipple stood hard and flushed, swollen from need. Fuck! I rolled it between my fingers so hard that I gasped, my back arching so hard that it seemed like it was going to split. My fingers hooked the side of my panties, and I rolled it down; it pulled beneath me. I pressed a finger to my pussy lips, and it was damn soaked. I raised my shiny finger up and dipped it into my mouth, leaking it hungrily.

He could see it—how soaked my panties were, how ready I was for him. His hand cupped me through the damp fabric, his fingers rubbing over the soaked material with deliberate slowness, drawing a helpless moan from my lips. When he finally pushed my panties aside, his fingers grazed my swollen, sensitive clit, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure coursing through me.

Why do I even wear cotton panties it's so embarrassing, I will start wearing lace panties and lingerie from now on. "Well, well. Would you look at that, you are soaking wet Sofia " He said in that husky tone I loved so much and I gasped as I felt his mouth on my panties, I grabbed his hair as he used his teeth to pull my panties and let it go making the elastic band snap on my skin. "Mark!" I called out in frustration. "Yes, wifey?" He smirked. "Please..." I begged shamelessly. "I'm just taking my time, it's my dinner remember? I'm not supposed to be rushed while eating" He taunted and slid one finger inside me causing me to moan loudly.

I was whimpering and grinding my soaked panties against nothing, losing my mind with pleasure. Mark’s hand slid down and rubbed my silk-covered pussy. “Fuck, she’s absolutely drenched,” he told Angie. “Her cunt is leaking all over these panties.” Angie stood up beside the bed, right in front of my face, and slowly peeled her black panties down. Her hairy pussy was right there — dark curls glistening with her arousal, plump lips puffy and parting, her swollen clit peeking out. The musky scent of her hit me and I licked my lips involuntarily.

Imagine dropping to your knees in front of the whole stadium…* Emily stumbled mid-kick. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips, barely audible over the music but enough for the girl next to her to shoot her a confused look. Heat flooded her face. Her panties were now soaked through, the wet spot darkening the red fabric. Every movement made her swollen clit rub against the seam, sending sparks of unwanted pleasure shooting up her spine.

I whimpered softly, rolling onto my side and pressing my thighs together tightly, trying to ease the frustration. It only made it worse. “Tristan…” I whispered into the pillow, voice already breaking. My nipples were hard and aching against the thin fabric of my crop top. I could feel how wet my panties were- completely drenched, the slickness coating my inner thighs. I groaned in frustration, hips twitching involuntarily as I rubbed my legs together again, seeking any kind of relief. But…..Nothing helped. I couldn’t take it anymore. With shaky hands, I reached down and hooked my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties. I peeled them off slowly, the cool air hitting my dripping pussy