Novel & Cerita Wet Panties Stories

It’s all I can think of – its all I want, and all I could ever want. I am on my knees now – all caution and propriety are vanished. With both hands, I part her thighs and begin to lick up the track of the little brown stream on her right thigh. I am inching my way towards her panties and the forbidden treasures they hold. Her shit is thicker now, hotter, stronger and more arousing. I have hiked her dress up to her waist, exposing her beige cotton panties. My eyes are met with an indescribably perverse sight. Her lovely panties are bulging with her hot soft shit. It is seeping out of the right leg-hole, staining her cotton crotch a wet brownish yellow.

By then, my right fingers were already in between the hole of her pu*sy but her panti*s were still guarding it. I dipped my one of my fingers into the pot hole pushing her panties dip into her honey pot. “Ahhahahh ouuuehx!! Ahhhahaha!! ohh myy! Gosh!” She screamed out softly I thrust it in and out of her as she moaned loudly She was really sweating “Oh my gosh! Please, it’s so pain……ful!!” She screamed out as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Sorry baby,” I muttered silently I shifted her panties and I felt her watery pu**y

The position left her waist directly at my eye level, and with her spread legs and how non-existent her skirt was, I could see a dark, wet spot right in the center of her crimson panties. "It was just like this," she said, as she brought two of her fingers between her legs and began rubbing that spot. Zoey's eyes closed as her breathing picked up, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her fingers and how the wet patch was slowly getting larger. "What were you doing as you imagined this?" she asked, eyes still closed.

Susan wore simple cotton panties, white and virginal, a stark contrast to the raw desire that now consumed her. Kayla’s fingers, hot and insistent, hooked into the waistband of Susan’s panties, pulling them down slowly, deliberately. Susan watched, mesmerized, as the fabric slid down her thighs, revealing the dark, moist triangle between her legs. A sweet, musky scent, uniquely female, filled the air. “God, you’re already so wet for me, aren’t you?” Kayla’s voice was a low growl, her eyes devouring the sight. She leaned in, her nose brushing against Susan’s pussy, inhaling deeply. “Mmm, smells so good. So sweet.”

"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."

“You are pathetic.” Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public.” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.”

One guy helped, his fingers brushing my shoulder, sending a spark through me. In just bra and panties, I spun slowly. Their praise“Nice ass,” “Awesome little titties,” “Super abs”made me wet. I was starting to enjoy the attention. Then someone called for the bra. Bill nodded. I hesitated, but a hand unsnapped it. I clutched it to my chest, then let it fall. My nipples hardened under their stares. “Awesome tits… nice nipples…” I spun again, lost in their words. My panties were soaked. Jeff noticed: “Her panties are all wet..she’s enjoying this.”

A few minutes of pleasure was not worth the loss that would follow. That was the story I told myself, yet my gaze refused to leave her ass. Her dress had ridden up past her mid-thighs all the way to the curve of her hip joint without her knowledge, exposing the lower part of her ass. Her smooth skin that rarely saw the light was much lighter than the rest of her skin, and her lilac panties cut across the ample flesh.

Peter put his three fingers inside of me, gisting my pussy and making me vibrate more. He continued, making me hotter and wanting to squirt. “I am about to squirt!” “Squirt here baby.” With those words, he continued to fist me harder, elating me and making me shiver. I was getting to my climax and i could feel it. I felt numb and drained. I just wanted to reach the stage where i release. “Ah!” I squirted on his hands and all over the room, wetting everywhere and my knees gave up.

He was stroking himself, his hand moving in a frantic, blurred motion, the friction of his palm against his sensitive head nearly driving him to an early release. "That’s it," she whispered, her voice husky. "Look at it. You’ve fucked ninety-nine girls, Carter. You’ve seen everything, right? But you’ve never seen me." She was getting louder, her movements more frantic, the friction of her fingers against her clit turning into a rhythmic, punishing pace. She was right on the edge, her back arching, her breasts swaying in the dim light. Carter’s breathing was ragged, his eyes rolling back in his head as he watched the wet, rhythmic slide of her fingers. He couldn't take it anymore. The restrai