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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.

I kicked them off, leaving me in just my thin, soaked camisole and a pair of simple cotton panties. He let out a low whistle. “Look at that. Already soaked for me. You really are a little slut, aren’t you?” He reached out and hooked a finger into the crotch of my panties, pulling the fabric aside. The cool air hit my bare, wet folds, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped my lips. He ran a single finger slowly up my slit, gathering my wetness on his fingertip. He brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply.

They played with the top of my panties, and then he drove his fingers across the top of them and eventually made his way down farther. I gasped when he reached the bottom of my panties, where my wetness soaked them. He pressed his fingers down a little harder. “You like what you see?” he questioned, his fingers slowly making circles on the outside of my wet panties. “No,” I breathed out heavily. I could barely focus on what he was saying. “No?” he questioned again. I felt my eyebrows knit together. “Well, how about this then?” His fingers slipped into my panties and touched my wetness. I gasped louder this time. His finger began to make rougher circles around my clit. I clung on to his shoul

“Please… I’m so wet. My pussy hurts.” Marcus glanced over, eyes darkening. “Sophia, not now. We’re dealing with your expulsion first.” But I couldn’t wait. Tears of frustration spilled down my cheeks. I spread my legs wide in the seat, my short school skirt riding all the way up. No panties — I’d lost them somewhere in the locker room. My slick, swollen pussy was on full display, glistening and dripping onto the leather seat. “Look… it’s dripping everywhere,” I cried, sliding two fingers through my folds and pushing them inside with a wet squelch. I pumped them desperately, moaning loudly. “I need cum, Daddy. I’ll do anything.”

The dress pools at my feet, leaving me naked except for a tiny pair of white panties already soaked through. Jason groans at the sight. He lifts me onto the kitchen counter, his mouth immediately latching onto one of my breasts. His tongue swirls around my nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing just enough to make me cry out. Feeling so sensitive, he moves to the other, sucking greedily, one hand kneading the soft flesh while the other slips between my legs, pushing my panties aside. “So fucking wet,” he mutters against my skin. I’m already moaning too loud. Embarrassingly loud.

Fuck, I think I'm wet too. These girls are insane. “I told you, I'd make you squirt.” The lady on her knees teased the other one standing and breathing really hard. They both burst out laughing, carefree and totally unworried about the people moving around them. They didn't care, they were just consumed in their own little world of pleasure. I couldn't stop staring. I couldn't stop dripping. How sinful! I suddenly froze, I couldn't even walk again. I stared with amused disbelief. My mouth dropped open in shock.

I whimpered softly, rolling onto my side and pressing my thighs together tightly, trying to ease the frustration. It only made it worse. “Tristan…” I whispered into the pillow, voice already breaking. My nipples were hard and aching against the thin fabric of my crop top. I could feel how wet my panties were- completely drenched, the slickness coating my inner thighs. I groaned in frustration, hips twitching involuntarily as I rubbed my legs together again, seeking any kind of relief. But…..Nothing helped. I couldn’t take it anymore. With shaky hands, I reached down and hooked my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties. I peeled them off slowly, the cool air hitting my dripping pussy

“But first… those panties. Take them off. Right here. Right now.” My face burned as I reached under my skirt, fingers trembling while I hooked the waistband and slowly slid the soaked fabric down my thighs. The cool air hit my exposed, dripping pussy as I stepped out of them, the lace clinging wetly to my skin before I held the drenched panties out to him in my open palm. He took them from me with more care than I would have expected, his fingers brushing mine. He lifted the delicate, soaked cloth to his nose for a long, shameless inhale, eyes locked on mine the entire time. A low, approving growl rumbled in his chest.

He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet, opens it up and reveals a shiny green foil wrapper with the word 'ribbed' printed on it. He slides a hand up along my bare thigh and presses his fingers against the fabric of my cotton panties, sending tingles through my core. I'm soaking wet, I can feel the moisture gathered on my panties, and now he knows it too, and the smile that spreads across his face, when he brings his fingers up to his mouth just to taste me, is stunning.

I lifted my hips off the bed, and he hooked his fingers fully into the waistband. Both hands. Gripping it carefully and he pulled my shorts down slowly. Teasingly, and revealing me inch by inch. My panties was there. White cotton. Simple, and very Innocent-looking. Except they weren't innocent anymore. They were soaked. The fabric between my legs was dark with wetness, and it was transparent, and clinging to every fold of my pussy. The outline of my lips was very visible, and the swell of my mound. Everything.