Wet Panties Sexy Novels & Stories

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?"

Upside down, I watch my heavily soaked panties. ‘Jeez, Pam!’ The same part of me tries to scold me but I’m beyond that. I shove my hand in and peel off my panties. The rich sight has me gasping. It’s incredibly wild watching the slimy cum drip from my wet pussy. It carelessly spills along my thighs. It leaves me curling my toes and hoping to fuck with you. ‘PAM!’ I swipe a pad-full and pull out. Finally standing upright, I stare at my coated finger.

I crave his every seduction and non stop sexual touches. I crave them all. No double not triple thoughts regarding such. His moon goddess enchanted fingers finally collide my walls. They collide my pu**y wall. Pretty great am not on tight. Panties alone. Removal is clearly easier witj only weak and easy tearable panties present. His palm and finger's both caress my panties. He feel my wetness. Well my juice wets and moisturizes my undies. Courtesy of him and his fingers performance He slowly shit aside my undies.

I moaned seductively. “You’ve gotten very wet. Your panties are soaked here…” Adrian whispered alluringly into my ear as he pressed his finger against my crotch through my panties. He began stroking me through the thin fabric of my panties and the texture of the fabric began rubbing against my soaked entrance and my sensitive clit. I moaned at the pleasure of his touch as I wished that he would start touching me there directly. His pleasurable touches only made me wetter down there. I felt another gush of hot heat in between my legs, and I started feeling embarrassed at how hot and wet I was getting.

My cock twitches, jerking up. “Fucking hell,” I groan, jaw ticking with barely restrained control. I shouldn’t do this. Even as I think that, I fist the panties. A harsh exhale leaves my lungs. It’s soft. Too soft, like butter. It teases my skin, stirring my nerve endings to life. And just like that, everything rushes back and all I see is Wren. All I feel is her soft fleshy skin as I dragged the panties down her legs, the pool of wetness between her thighs...

He curled his tongue around her nipples, each one in turn. Her panties were now soaked. His expert fingers went down her back, lifting her slightly, and her internal dichotomy throbbed when it was touched. “Was she too wet? Would he get turned off because of this?” She thought; she didn’t want him to stop. But on finding her so wet, Mr. Lanre went into a rave; it seemed he like that she was so turned on, so wet.

He personally shopped for me. He got me sexy lingerie and I wear them every night, but then he doesn’t touch me. It makes me wonder why he got them for me in the first place. I pull my panties down my legs. I know he can see how wet they are. I don’t know why I get so wet. Is this normal? My face heats. I soaked my panties through, and now I’m getting my thighs all wet, too. “Open your legs.” There’s a hard edge to his tone, one that only excites me more. “Now touch yourself.” It’s not a request but a command.

Matteo took her wet panties and held them up to his nose. He inhaled her wet panties, trying to scent her arousal. The aroma was divine and extremely stimulating. He could feel his cock firming up and expanding in his pants. "I really love the color of your panties Princess... Brown….my favorite" he sniffed in. "And it smell so good, Princess." Matteo hummed as he sniffed, admiring her naked body on the bed. He moved her panties from his nose to his lips, kissing them before licking the wet spot in her panties.