Soaking Through Panties Novels & Stories

The shower spray was hitting the tiles in a steady rhythm, a sound I had come to recognize instantly. It meant she was in there right now, completely naked, with hot water slicking down over her curves while soap glided sensually across skin I had only ever imagined touching. My hot little stepsister, Ruby. She had just peeled off her clothes, and somewhere in her room, still warm from her body, were her panties — a tiny piece of fabric soaked with her scent, her heat, and her intimate essence.

Good, Cause I’m still feeling a tingling sensation between my thighs and need to help myself cause there is no one to take care of it for me. I look around once more, listening to make sure that I’m all alone, then I pushed the bed covers off my body. I raise my nightgown up and slip a finger into my panties, biting my lips in the process. Immediately my finger slipped in, the tingling feeling down there turned to flames as my body fires up with the heat. I threw my head back, rubbing my nub with one finger, and my panties gradually got soaked with my juices, making it easier for me to slip one finger into my pussy, since I’m already so wet.

It didn't occur to him that his stepmother was just as turned on as he was. Sue felt like she was bent over for a very long time, but it was more like several seconds. She knew that she had to straighten up when she felt her juice begin to trickle out. Slowly she stood up, holding a pair of skimpy red panties in her hand. Then she bent again and stepped into the panties, pulling them to her waist. She could feel the silky material caress her buttocks sensuously and pull tightly to her swollen sex lips.

I could feel his tongue making lengthy passes up and down, following the break up of my labia. I had no doubt my panties have been soaked through from each of his mouths and my aroused pussy. When he eventually slipped my panties off, he pressed my thighs wider and took his mouth down once more to my sex. A second later his tongue slithered between my labia and I clutched the cover on my mattress (bed) and made a horrible noise.

He really enjoyed himself. Susan let out a breath as she realize just how soaked her pussy is. My panties are drenched. Fuck. She brush a lock of raven hair back behind her ear as she swallow weakly. Throwing the skirt off of her body, she stretch before getting up from the chair. Then she slide her soaked panties down her legs. Once she toss the dirty underwear into the air, she head to the bed and dig out her new dildo.

Shamefully, eagerly wet. His fingers traced the edge of my panties, feeling how soaked the fabric had become. A quiet shiver ran through me as he pressed the flat of his hand firmly against my center, rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit through the drenched lace. The pressure was perfect, teasing yet deliberate. On the screen, a woman screamed as something monstrous chased her through a pitch-black forest, but I could barely register it. All my mind was focused on was Lucas’s hand working between my spread thighs in the dark.

Shе mоаnѕ, brеаthіng hаrd аnd whіmреrіng аѕ the tips оf mу fіngеrѕ bеgіn to brеасh the lace panties ѕhе’ѕ wearing. The material іѕ soaking wet wіth dеѕіrе. I slide thеm slowly dоwn hеr thighs with thе rеѕt of her drеѕѕ. My fіngеrѕ ѕtrоkе and tоuсh the sensitive ѕkіn dоwn her lеgѕ. The ѕtеаm swirls аrоund uѕ, and ѕhе beckons mе оntо thе tіlеѕ undеr thе ruѕhіng wаtеr.

Consumed with the idea of breaking his limit, I sit back, spread my legs wide enough for my iPad to fit in, and take a picture of my soaked panties. The shutter sound makes me look at myself, eyes dark, narrow… screaming wild things he dare not say. It's my turn to play the fool. I ignore him and zoom in on the photo. Blue panties soaked to filth you can literally see it dropping. And what’s more interesting is my soft folds beating against it, you can trace your fingers around the rough areas that form a knot against my panties. It's so fucking good… I gulp dryly, knowing that my next step may consume us.

Shе mоаnѕ, brеаthіng hаrd аnd whіmреrіng аѕ the tips оf mу fіngеrѕ bеgіn to brеасh the lace panties ѕhе’ѕ wearing. The material іѕ soaking wet wіth dеѕіrе. I slide thеm slowly dоwn hеr thighs with thе rеѕt of her drеѕѕ. My fіngеrѕ ѕtrоkе and tоuсh the sensitive ѕkіn dоwn her lеgѕ. The ѕtеаm swirls аrоund uѕ, and ѕhе beckons mе оntо thе tіlеѕ undеr thе ruѕhіng wаtеr.

The nerve of Harry! “No, we can’t. I have a man. We can’t, Harry.” I was on the verge of tears. Without warning, Harry yanked my panties down. “Do you have any idea how soaked you are?” Shame crept onto my cheeks. Before I knew, Harry spread my cheeks and ploughed into me.