Wet Panties Gif の小説・ストーリー

Already aroused, that German voice in her head kicked Sabrina's libido up to a thirteen on a ten point scale. Her playmates in easy reach, she wiggled out of her jeans. She sighed, wondering how long the wet spot had been showing on her crotch. Hopefully she'd not been walking around with it at work. She mopped herself with her panties and tossed them in the hamper thinking she'd need to do the wash tomorrow because she was going through underwear at an alarming rate. She was still wet, because the panty bath hadn't done any good.

Reiner complied willingly to my wishes. Slowly, he traced his finger on the wet patch of my panties and I moaned lustily, thrusting my hips up and down to grind my pussy against his fingertips. I could feel myself getting wetter and hotter down there. I’m sure that Reiner could feel my wetness through my underwear as well.

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.

I put my cock back into my wet boxers, "Only if you do it right." Riley smiled. Looking at her, I could see my cum all over the front of her panties, her soaked panties. She slipped her hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy through the fabric, pressing the gusset of those panties up into her wet vagina, leering at me as she did so, "I'm gonna wear these all day, Dad. So?" Those poor Unicorns, drowning in our climax. I smiled at my own joke. Riley nudged me, "Is that a yes?"

I began begging as my hand would not stop rubbing my clit fast and hard. "Please... Please, daddies. Can... Can you see my panties?" I pulled my knees up to give an even clearer sight of my now soaked panties. The wet streak on the peach coloured panties was so obvious. "I can see how wet you are, you fucking slut" Luxuria got up to his feet, flyer undone and cock fisted in his hand. "You want to come, ugh?" Grayson asked, his breathing filled with pleasure and his hands moving in that sure way of self pleasuring.

El is wet. Sopping wet. My hand slips into her trouser without breaking our kiss, I push her panties aside and slide a finger into her wetness to tease her clit. Shivers wrack her body, she moans against my lips, bites me. We break apart to stare into each other’s eyes, I flash her a seductive grin and she giggles.

The concrete bites into my skin, cold and unforgiving, and she circles around to face me. Her silk robe hangs open now, revealing a black lace bra that barely contains her perfect tits and matching panties that are... Fucking soaked. The black lace is nearly transparent with wetness, clinging to her pussy lips, and I can see the outline of her swollen clit straining against the fabric. "Oh my God." I start laughing, delighted. "Look at you. Your cunt is absolutely dripping. Does slapping naked pledges around always make your panties this wet, or am I just that fucking special?"

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 want to see how wet you are. I reached down, my fingers trembling as I gripped the hem of the white dress. Slowly, agonizingly, I hiked it up, exposing my bare hips and the damp, glistening slit of my pussy. I wasn't wearing any panties... I never did for Big Daddy. I reached down, sliding two fingers into my folds, the wetness making a loud, squelching sound that echoed through the stream. "Mmmph... I'm so soaked," I moaned, my hips beginning to buck instinctively. "I've been thinking about you all day, Big Daddy. I'm such a mess for you."

“Listen to her. She’s melting already.” “Not even naked yet,” the one behind me murmured, his fingers pinching my nipple until I cried out. The woman pulled back, licking her lips, eyes glinting as she hooked her fingers under the waistband of my pants. “Let’s change that.” With no hesitation, she tugged them down, slow enough for everyone watching to get their view, but firm enough to leave me exposed. My panties were soaked, clinging to me, and I swore I heard more than one groan from the circle around us.