Soaking Through Panties Novels & Stories

It fell to the floor at her feet, revealing a red satin bra and panties. She had the body of an angel. I kissed her again and plunged my hand into her panties, feeling the hot wetness of her p*ssy on my fingers. She trembled and moaned as she kissed me back. I stuck my tongue all the way to her throat and felt her squirm in my hold.

Would burst into hysterical tears and demand explanations before calling a divorce lawyer and changing the locks. Instead, I got wet. Not just wet. Absolutely soaking. My expensive lace panties were completely drenched within seconds of watching him pound relentlessly into her willing, eager body. I pressed myself flat against the doorframe, barely breathing, barely blinking, unable to look away from the hypnotic sight of his thick cock sliding in and out of her glistening, hungry pussy.

Her eyes were fixed coldly on mine, lips pressed tightly together like the only time she wanted it open was when she needed to moan. I knelt on the bed and leaned between her legs. Damn! her panties were still soaked with my cum. I rubbed on her pussy and her lips spread apart, soft sounds escaping her throat. I pushed two fingers against the soft lips and her breathing changed…slightly faster now. But her panties didn't let my fingers penetrate her cunt. I pushed it in anyway. Her panties soaked up with her dripping pussy slick as the fabric shoved inside her pussy hole. She moaned and I pushed it aside, exposing her pink pussy lips.

“You’ve made a fucking mess of your panties, baby girl, soaking them through with your cum. I think we’d better take these off.” My fingers push under the edge of her panties, brushing against her soft, silken pussy before hooking into the soaked panties. I yank them down, making her gasp as I half rip them off in my zeal, letting them drop to tangle at her knees. She whimpers, panting as she stays just like that bent over, ass up, and legs spread for the both of us with her messy panties caught at her knees.

The image is so vivid, so real, that a rush of heat surges through me, leaving me damp, throbbing. I glance at him. He’s still asleep. Perfect. I bite my lip, fighting with myself, but the need is too great. I let my hand slide under the thin fabric of my skirt. My fingers brush over my panties , already soaked , and I inhale sharply. I press harder, rubbing myself, letting the pleasure build. My eyes close, and a quiet moan escapes my lips before I can stop it. Then I feel it , warm breath, right against my cheek.

I fell hard into a pile of sharp gravel. The impact lacerated my palm, blood oozing from my bone-baring cut. I fixed my gaze on Jack Campton, yet all I saw in his eyes was annoyance. "Oh, no, Willow! You're bleeding! You're not going to get tetanus or something, are you?" Dakota Sweeney covered her mouth in exaggerated shock, but her eyes gleamed with poorly hidden delight. "What a pity. I just used the alcohol pads to wipe the mud off my shoes."

She rubbed Izzy vigorously until she started trembling to a huge orgasm. "These panties are soaking baby," mum purred.

The moans. My hand slowly slid down my stomach. I was wearing only a thin nightdress. When my fingers reached between my legs, I found my panties soaked. I touched myself through the fabric and gasped. It felt so good. I rubbed a little harder, thinking about the girl in the last video. My clit was swollen and sensitive. Every circle of my finger sent sparks through my body.

She closed the door and turned to me. “Take off my panties first,” she whispered. “Slowly. Then strip. I want to watch you.” I dropped to my knees right there on the carpet and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her tiny black panties. They were soaked through at the front — I could feel the heat radiating off her pussy from the lace. I pulled them down her thick thighs one inch at a time, letting my fingers trail along her silky skin. When I finally slid them all the way off, her bare pussy was right in front of me — swollen, glistening, puffy lips already parted and wet. A thin string of her arousal clung to her thigh.

I said, voice low and amused. She flinched again, but obeyed, fumbling with the button and zipper until it slid down her hips, pooling at her feet. Her panties were barely a scrap of cloth — thin, black, and utterly soaked through. She tried to cover herself instinctively, crossing her arms over her chest, squeezing her thighs together. I tsked softly. "None of that," I said. "Hands at your sides. I want to see every inch of you."