Wet Panties Stories Novels & Stories

Already aroused, that German voice in her head kicked Sabrina's libido up to a thirteen on a ten point scale. Her playmates in easy reach, she wiggled out of her jeans. She sighed, wondering how long the wet spot had been showing on her crotch. Hopefully she'd not been walking around with it at work. She mopped herself with her panties and tossed them in the hamper thinking she'd need to do the wash tomorrow because she was going through underwear at an alarming rate. She was still wet, because the panty bath hadn't done any good.

"Strip from the waist down, Riley skirt, panties off now, then climb up and spread for your boss like the eager little slut who came twice on my cock yesterday." My breath caught but heat surged through me like wildfire, fingers fumbling with the zipper as I shimmied the skirt down my hips letting it pool at my heels before hooking thumbs into the lace. panties still damp from morning fantasies and kicking them aside, climbing onto the cool glass surface on all fours facing him with thighs parted wide enough to expose my glistening pussy. ass up and vulnerable while his groan of approval vibrated through the air as he stood, belt unbuckling with a metallic clink that made me clench in antici

Note: Thank you Heather Alderman for your comment. Thank you everyone for your support. I really appreciate you❤️ Chapter 52 Amber Whyte. Three weeks later. (Party) The moment I sighted the special lace panties the triplets had instructed me to wear, carnal desires shot through my dry hole. It pumped juices, roaring back to life. I felt warm. Wet. Ready. My pussy started to hum. To hiss. To pulse. I snatched the panties from my dresser, scrutinizing it.

I raised her skirt up and made sit on the desk, I laid her down and shifted her panties to one side and pushed my díck into her already wet pûssy. "Ahrrgh it's even bigger inside me ooh gush!" she moaned. I started fúckîng her while her legs were wide open. Her panties were creating a disturbance so I removed my díck causing her to stare at me with confusion but before she could talk I tore her panties and started thrusting in and out of her warm,wet pûssy.

Shamefully, eagerly wet. His fingers traced the edge of my panties, feeling how soaked the fabric had become. A quiet shiver ran through me as he pressed the flat of his hand firmly against my center, rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit through the drenched lace. The pressure was perfect, teasing yet deliberate. On the screen, a woman screamed as something monstrous chased her through a pitch-black forest, but I could barely register it. All my mind was focused on was Lucas’s hand working between my spread thighs in the dark.

“Touch me. Please. I’m so wet I can feel it running. I need your hands on my tits and my cunt. Don’t stop.” Kylan’s fingers slid a little higher, pressing right against the soaked spot, rubbing slow and dirty. “She’s not kidding, Dylan. She’s dripping down her thighs already. Feel how hot she is.” I twisted my hips so my ass pressed back against Kylan and my tits pushed into Dylan’s hands. My panties were stuck to me, the wet fabric dragging every time I moved, clinging to my cunt. Both of them kept looking at the curtain and then back at me, their cocks hard against my sides, twitching every time I moaned.

I kicked my shoes off and stepped forward wearing nothing but my black lace panties. "Damn, Silas," the second guy grunted, his eyes locking onto my bare breasts. "She isn't playing around." "I see that, Soren," Silas said, stepping closer to me. I didn't wait for them to make the first move. I dropped straight to my knees on the soft rug right between them. Silas stood directly in front of me, his thick shaft throbbing just inches from my face. "Show me what you can do," Silas growled.

Then I stood under the spray until it turned cold. I didn’t sleep. Instead I sat cross-legged on my bed in an old T-shirt, laptop open, staring at the Gory Room website again. There was a members’ forum now—hidden behind login. I created an anonymous account: InitiateE26. The threads were raw. One woman wrote about her first time: how she cried the whole drive home, not from regret but from the sudden absence of pain. Another posted photos (blurred faces) of rope marks that looked like lace. Someone asked if anyone had gone back the same week.

, She asked sweetly, " I'd love that", Abigail grinned, " whose panties are these?", " Alice's panties", " You wash it with the washing machine right?", " No, she does not like that", " Huh? She does not like it? But yet she can't even wash her panties?" Abby scoffed disgustedly, "If I'm the one, I'll tear off three out of it and tell her It was a mistake." Clarisse chuckled, "That's too bad, I can't do that",

I put my cock back into my wet boxers, "Only if you do it right." Riley smiled. Looking at her, I could see my cum all over the front of her panties, her soaked panties. She slipped her hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy through the fabric, pressing the gusset of those panties up into her wet vagina, leering at me as she did so, "I'm gonna wear these all day, Dad. So?" Those poor Unicorns, drowning in our climax. I smiled at my own joke. Riley nudged me, "Is that a yes?"