Wet Panties Gif Novels & Stories

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."

My miniskirt flew up into the air, allowing everything that was underneath the piece of fabric to became exposed. Jace grabbed my legs and pulled me towards him. “Let's get these little panties off you,” he whispered. Jace grabbed onto my cheerleader bloomers, reached underneath them, and pulled them up and off of my legs. Jace raised the panties up to his mouth and smelled the crotch. He smiled. “You touched yourself this morning,” he told me. “Yeah, I tend to think about you a lot,” I confessed. “Me too,” he admitted, as he tossed the panties aside.

she taunted, balling up her panties and sniffing deeply. "Fuck!" Carlito breathed. "That's right, you wanna fuck me. Stuff these panties in my mouth and fuck me silly. That's what you want, right?" Carlito moaned, beginning to stroke his cock, allowing Gianna to see it all. She kept teasing with her moist panties, sniffing and nipping at them, licking the wet center. "Stuff your panties in your pussy!" Carlito moaned. "Gladly." Gianna adjusted the position of her phone to see between her legs, showing her brother her naturally neat, hairy pussy. She rubbed her slit with her panties, then began to insert them carefully inside.

she whispered. He slid his hand beneath the waistband of her panties, his fingers finally touching her bare skin. He gently explores her slick folds. "Fuck," he breathed. "You're so wet." Her legs were shaking. He pushed two fingers inside her, curling upward, finding that spot that made her cry out. “Ohh my…," she gasped. Her inner walls began to flutter around his fingers. Then he pulled away. She whimpered at the loss, pressing her thighs together.

This was a goddamn crime. The hoodie had been hiding a pair of heavy, swinging breasts that looked like they weighed a perfect handful each. Her waist was narrow, dipping into wide, flared hips and a pair of thighs that looked thick enough to choke a man. He increased the speed of his hand, his palm slick with pre-cum as he gripped his cock. He closed his eyes, the image of that green bikini burned into his retinas. He didn't just want to see her…he wanted to ruin her.

Utterly displayed for us. Underneath the tight black skirt, she was wearing a pair of white silk panties, that had a small pool of wetness right at her core. She teased her boobs with one hand while the other ghosted on her most intimate part. Her eyes were pinched closed, her bottom lip was caught between her teeth. I was so fucking turned on. So hard! "Does watching her pleasuring herself with the thoughts of either one of us turn you on?" Hardin breathed in my ear before lurching at it with his lips. I moaned deep shifting my hips so that I was sitting ontop of his bulge. I rotated my hips slightly.

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?"

My fingers trembled on my phone, pretending to scroll. Then her voice shattered through again: “Don’t stop, please, please, Rafe, more.” The Slip I was soaked. And I hated myself for it. No. That’s a lie. I loved it. I slid my hand down beneath the hem of my oversized T-shirt. I wasn’t wearing panties. I hadn’t planned for this just laundry day laziness, but now it felt like fate. I angled my hips slightly, leaned forward, and slid two fingers through my folds. Wet. Slippery. My own scent already rising to my nose like arousal confessing itself.

I trail my hand down her stomach, unbutton her shorts. They drop to her ankles. Her soaked panties displayed , a wet spot dark in the center. I kneel, facing her pussy. 'Spread your legs.' She does, stockings holding her arms up. I pull her panties aside. Her clit peeks out, swollen and leaking clear fluid. It drips down her inner thigh. 'Harper, you're dripping already.' I lean in, tongue flat against her clit. She screams, 'Quinn! Oh god!' I lick slow, up and down,

She hitched her skirt up and peeled her soaking panties down her legs, she couldn't resist the temptation to finger herself quickly, I must stop before I come thought Linda, besides she couldn't deny that she wanted to see that e-mail. She walked back to her desk, there was something incredibly exciting about walking round with no panties on, she felt cheap and slutty and loved it. The e-mail icon was flashing, she sat down making sure to ride her skirt up her legs to offer better access. She could barely steady her hand to use the mouse and open the mail up eventually she managed and found six separate pictures to be opened individually.