Wet Panties In Public Mga Nobela at Kwento

I couldn’t help but wonder what would matter more if I was caught. My awkward posture or the sight of my horny face and the sound of my fingers hitting the walls of my wet pussy. Fuck!! That was all the fuel I needed to work it harder. I didn’t care that my slippery music was now louder or that my hand had involuntarily slipped away from my mouth, allowing loud moans to escape from it. You should care if you’re touching yourself in a public bathroom. At least dignified women do….but like I said, it’s a craze.

My fingers pushed her panties aside, and I inserted two fingers into her without warning. She shrieked at the invasion, her hands flew to her mouth to shuffle her sounds. I began thrusting in and out of her through her wetness , adrenaline coursed through my body at our forbidden act. I was fingering my girlfriend's mother, with my girlfriend sleeping right next to us.

I looked away from him because I was so annoyed. "SERIOUSLY?! Clein did that?" Nica ask me incredulously after I told her about what happened about the ‘stealing of panty’. "Sssh, Nica, lower your voice! And yes, that's true! But don't tell anyone! It's embarrassing!" I said with a low tone. We are currently in the cafeteria now and I bet that my face now is blushing. "Awful... I can't believe Clein can do that!" Nica couldn’t believe it.

I panic and almost jump to cover her mouth but the table is in the way, the cutlery and glass bang into each other calling even more attention to us. “We are at a public place.” I point out. I refuse to keep talking about the topic. It's embarrassing that I’m just starting my sexual awakening I don’t need the people of this town to know about it. “People do it in public places, you know.” She continues eating like fries while I squirm in my seat. “There are rumors that high school kids are doing it in the boring section in the library. Oh don’t give me that panicked look, I can attest to being on my knees right next to Charles Darwin’s masterpiece”

erupted from the crowd. "Dang it girl, I love your ass!" A guy yelled shamelessly. Instead of feeling self-conscious, I stood up and did a 360 for the crowd. "Thank you." Susie shot me a weird look and grinned, "Thank God you didn't wear those your grandma panties." I glared at her and she chuckled. "Glad you're having fun." She smirked, "Oh yeah, you're having fun." ~~~~~ Another round of beer pong and a girl lost her bra leaving her in her panties. Isn't that against the rule?

I want to get fucked. My pussy is always dripping and my panties are always soaking wet. In fact, when I go in public, I always dress slutty and love when guys look at me and their cocks grow in their pants. They look at me and they look so fucking hungry for my pussy. I don't hold back, I always look back and wink and then stare at their cocks. I am very open and love when men get shy when I look straight into their eyes. I fucking own men. On Friday, I went to work, but did touch myself during my zoom meetings and didn't care if I moaned once in a while, even if my co-worker could hear it.

I whispered under my breath, grabbing the counter for balance. I wiped myself with shaking hands, but it was useless. I was still wet. Still leaking. My inner thighs were glossy. My scent filled the room like heat. Damon. His name pulsed through my chest again. I bent quickly, grabbed the ruined panties from the floor, stared at the soaked fabric for a second, then shoved them into the trash like they were evidence. Another knock. Louder this time. “You dead in there or just drowning in your own cum?” one of the girls laughed from outside.

His voice was cold as ice and when he picked up my pantie from the floor, I froze, my face flushing red with embarrassment. "Give back that! What right do you have to touch my underwear!" I yelled, trying to reach for it but the motherfucker was taller. "Hmm….." he hummed, sliding his fingertips along the soaked fabric, "G-string? our dear nerdy wears sexy panties too? Hmm, interesting. But why is it so wet, who made you cum this much?" I twisted my face in pure disgust when he brought it close to his nose and took a long sniff. "Wow….such depraved scent…."

The hallway buzzed with morning chaos—students rushing past, laughter echoing off the lockers, the distant slam of doors as everyone hurried to class. No one spared me a second glance, thank God, but every step reminded me of what we’d done. My thighs slid together slick and warm, that sticky glide making my cheeks burn. If I picked up the pace, I’d probably make those embarrassing wet sounds, drawing stares. What excuse could I even give? Sorry, Father Thorne made me ditch my panties and leave his mess dripping down my legs?

"Down. Now. You're wasting our precious time." They pushed me onto the wet grass, kicking my legs open, my dress pulling up. "Push your panties to your ankles. We wanna see that famous cunt." I dragged the thin fabric off my waist, down my knees and to my ankles, trailing my legs. My bare cunt lips was soaked, clit sticking out long and swollen like it always does when I was worked up. Slowly spreading my knees, panties hanging uselessly, keeping me in check, exposing everything for their eyes. "Fuuuckkkk...."Connor whistled. "Look at that fat wet gash. Clit's already begging for attention."