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I know my panties must be wet, it has happened to me countless times, sometimes i even thought of how his huge dick will feel in my throat. I know am not supposed to have this feeling but i just can't help myself from admiring his figure. "he's just so perfect", i thought..i quickly said sorry and told him i brought his juice before leaving his room with my heart pounding in my chest and my pussy so wet that i can feel it dripping .

Shе mоаnѕ, brеаthіng hаrd аnd whіmреrіng аѕ the tips оf mу fіngеrѕ bеgіn to brеасh the lace panties ѕhе’ѕ wearing. The material іѕ soaking wet wіth dеѕіrе. I slide thеm slowly dоwn hеr thighs with thе rеѕt of her drеѕѕ. My fіngеrѕ ѕtrоkе and tоuсh the sensitive ѕkіn dоwn her lеgѕ. The ѕtеаm swirls аrоund uѕ, and ѕhе beckons mе оntо thе tіlеѕ undеr thе ruѕhіng wаtеr.

Shе mоаnѕ, brеаthіng hаrd аnd whіmреrіng аѕ the tips оf mу fіngеrѕ bеgіn to brеасh the lace panties ѕhе’ѕ wearing. The material іѕ soaking wet wіth dеѕіrе. I slide thеm slowly dоwn hеr thighs with thе rеѕt of her drеѕѕ. My fіngеrѕ ѕtrоkе and tоuсh the sensitive ѕkіn dоwn her lеgѕ. The ѕtеаm swirls аrоund uѕ, and ѕhе beckons mе оntо thе tіlеѕ undеr thе ruѕhіng wаtеr.

He leans closer to my ear, whispering softly. I squeezed my legs together, I felt moist down there, "I do not." I whispered, breathless. "Is that why you have lingerie on?" I felt his hand pry open my dress revealing my sexy panties to him. "Pretty useless because I'd fuck you in anything." My hips buckled when I felt his fingers dangerously close to my wet pussy, he ran his finger over my panties. "You're soaking wet." His voice was husky, and deep. My chin lifted up as my mouth parted, he placed a hot kiss against my neck.

The urge to tear her pants off and fuck her hard right now was strong. "I like crazy ones,” She whispered seductively. My eyes blaze with desire to hear her words. It was enough to encourage me. I sat back and grabbed the band of her pants to yank them down. Fuck! She was wearing matching white panties, which barely covered her lower treasure. It was soaked with her precum telling how turned on she was. My lips curved up in a smirk and I looked up to see her red face. “You are so fucking wet for me, Amore Mio," I whispered huskily as I yanked off her panties, making her gasp.

“Show me that virgin pussy, baby.” I obeyed, cheeks burning with shame and arousal. My thighs parted slowly, knees bending, until I was open for him—for all of them. Cool air kissed my overheated skin, and I could feel how soaked I was. The thin fabric of my panties clung to me, translucent with my wetness, the outline of my swollen lips and the dark little patch of hair clearly visible. I knew every man in the room could see it. The thought made me clench, another rush of slick heat flooding out of me.

“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.

His hands, warm and firm, began their ascent up her smooth thighs. Finally, he managed to free her from the last constraints of her clothing, revealing her lace panties, already soaked and transparent with her eagerness. He let out a low, husky sound of appreciation. Slowly, sensuously, he pulled down her panties, exposing her fully to his raw, devouring gaze. The sight of her pussy, swollen and wet, glistening with her juices, only fueled his already roaring desire. He lowered his head, positioning his face intimately between her legs, a promise of the profound pleasure she so desperately craved.

My fingers glide over her damp panties, feeling her soft moan against my touch. The knowledge that she's so wet for me fills me with immense desire, knowing that it's me she desires, not some other guy. "Warren, please," she breathes out amidst moans, the sound of my name from her luscious lips driving me to increase the pace. My fingers work faster against the fabric that covers her needy pussy, the sensation of her desire fueling my actions. I watch with fascination as she arches forward, her ass teetering on the edge of the bed. With a gentle motion, I remove her panties, revealing a wet and eager pussy just waiting for me to take control.

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?"