Soaking Through Panties Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I’m wet too.” “Take your panties off,” Sharon said, gazing at her damp panties with desire. Beth slid her own panties off, and the two women were finally bare together, their naked pussies exposed. “Ooh… your pussy is so pretty when it’s all wet like that.” Sharon’s eyes narrowed as she threw the sheets off her naked lower half.

By the time I reached my apartment door, my panties were soaked—fabric clinging to my folds, outlining every curve. I locked the door behind me. Did not turn on the lights. I dropped my bag, kicked off my heels, and walked straight to the bedroom. The mirror on the closet door caught the streetlight glow enough to see myself: cheeks flushed, eyes glassy, lips parted. I lifted my skirt slow watching the reflection as I hooked my thumbs in my panties and slid them down my thighs. They were drenched a dark patch spreading across the crotch. I stepped out of them left them on the floor.

"Tell me about this lingerie you've been hiding from me." I giggle, "Well, the corset laces up the back and it's made of lace. Entirely see through." He groans, "See through, huh?" "Mmmhmmm and the panties are made of see through lace as well." He gulps loudly. "Is that so?" "Yep." I say popping the p, "But you see they are magic panties." He cuts me off before I can explain, "Magic, magic panties? How? How are they magic?" He's fumbling with the room key and I almost feel bad for getting him this worked up already. Almost.

The warm water seeps through the pores of my bra and delicately clings to my wet nipples. He leans on the door frame, gawking like a toddler. Still messing around, I lift a foot and suspend it on the side of the tub. My hands go down below, feeling my pant which is now soaked from both the warm water and my juice. With the fingers of my left hand, I toss my soaked pant aside, my pink and thick cunt becomes the cutest reflection on the surface of the clear water. I let out a low moan as its warmth kissed my soft flesh. Setting myself ablaze, I seal my clit with my free hand, rubbing it gently, down to the lips of my cunt and back to my clit, rubbing in a haphazard manner.

Leave your panties at home. I was in a deposition at 10 AM—some bullshit merger dispute—and I couldn't focus on a single word being said. All I could think about was sitting across from Ryan with my bare pussy exposed under the table. About his fingers sliding up my thigh. About him testing me to see if I'd actually obeyed. God, I'm such a slut. The thought made me wetter. By the time I got back to my office, my panties were soaked through. I took them off in the bathroom, shoved them in my purse, and put on the dress I'd brought—a simple black wrap dress that tied at the waist. Easy access.

Adjusting the straps to ensure a comfortable fit, she admired herself in the mirror, revelling in her sensuality. Next, she reached for the matching panties, a sheer and delicate fabric that left little to the imagination. She gently slid them up her legs, the fabric gliding sensually against her smooth skin, and she wriggled her waist to hug her hips perfectly. As she admired her reflection, a soft, satisfied sigh escaped her lips, knowing that she was a vision of desire.

Mirage’s P.O.V Alex was suddenly on his knees behind me, and even before I could brace myself, he had hooked his fingers onto the strings of my panties and with one swift tug; they were down to my knees. “They’re soaked through.” Alex’s voice seemed to rub off on my womanhood, making me clench my thighs together. “I hope you’re not too attached to these.” Before his words registered, he had ripped the panties off so that they were now in shreds at my feet.

I moaned seductively. “You’ve gotten very wet. Your panties are soaked here…” Adrian whispered alluringly into my ear as he pressed his finger against my crotch through my panties. He began stroking me through the thin fabric of my panties and the texture of the fabric began rubbing against my soaked entrance and my sensitive clit. I moaned at the pleasure of his touch as I wished that he would start touching me there directly. His pleasurable touches only made me wetter down there. I felt another gush of hot heat in between my legs, and I started feeling embarrassed at how hot and wet I was getting.

With that goal in mind, I slip my hand between us and brush a knuckle over her panties. “Is all this for me?” The material covering her pussy is soaking wet.

“Go ahead and get clean.” I gulp. Oh god, can I do it? Can I shower in front of the hottest men I’ve ever met, letting them see my everything? And the real Lily takes over then because with a soft nod, I reach down. Slowly hooking my fingers into the sides of the thin elastic, I pull my panties down, the cotton easing to my knees. And oh god, it’s embarrassing. Because a thin strand of pussy cum connects my hole to the soft fabric, clear and juicy, evidence of my need.