Wet Panty Peel Novels & Stories

lust. He takes a few steps back like he's trying to control himself and his eyes drop from mine to my grey sweatpants. "You're wet," he smirks. I look down seeing how the wetness from my panties has seeped into my sweatpants. My face heats up. "I think I peed a little." I slap my palm over my mouth and internally face palm. Pee? Really?! Of all things, Delilah! PEE??! I think I'm going to die now.

I just glared at them and they finally ran away. "She has a period? Sir you might just want to buy her period panties, I guess?" "What?" "Period panties are washable, reusable underwear designed to replace pads and tampons, or be worn with tampons and cups for extra protection." "I'll buy them all." After buying those shits, I went straight to my private room and saw retard standing on one corner while her hands are on her tummy. “What the hell are you doing there?” I asked her. She looked at me like a poor little puppy. “I’m afraid I might stain your couch. I already stained your coat.”

I huff. “Sunshine, I will rip them from you,” he warns. His tone has me hurrying to remove my clothes. I strip down until I’m in nothing but my panties. I keep my thighs pressed together not only because I need the pressure against my throbbing clit but my panties are so wet they’re sticking to me. There is no way he’d miss the giant wet spot if my legs were spread.

Mildred laughed and said, “She peed her pants.” Sure enough when Michelle came back in the whole front of her blue jeans was wet but she didn’t seem to notice or care. The wine had finally gotten to her and to Mildred too. I watched as Michelle said that it was hot in the cabin and then slithered out of her wet jeans and threw off her shirt. She sat down in her bra and panties. Her wet panties allowed me to see the fancy hair cut on her pussy. It was just a landing strip above her slit. She sat very unlady like with her legs spread. The wet panties were plastered against her pussy outline and I finally saw my first camel toe that all the boys talked about, but I actually saw one, they hadn’t

On a Sunday morning, as soon as my stepsister came out of the bathroom, I entered it. I closed the door and pulled morning wood out of my pant. I was urinating in full swing. It is so hard peeing with your hard-on. Suddenly, I saw Shanita's clothes on the side of the sink. There, Shanita had left her panty and bra and I could not stop myself and picked it up and there are few more of her different color panties lying there. It was so soft and I can still smell her body odor and it was kinda warm too. I think she just wore them out. My inner pervert was fully awake now and I started sniffing it her bra and panty at the same time.

Seyi retorted. Omah took his cigarette from his mouth and grinned. "Those previous girls are not Prof. Ajayi's daughter you know. Besides you guys need to stop hopping from one chick to another. How do you even do it sef?" Dayo thought his friend knew better, a pity he doesn't. Well why else was he his best friend if he couldn't enlighten him on such small issues such as this one. "The best thing about panties is taking them off. The game is simple. You see a girl you'd like to smash. You pursue them, spend a few thousands. You get into their panties. You move on. It's so damn exciting!" He declared,

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smooth guy. We all got dressed. Tanner left the room first. As I came out, Mr. K. came out of his room wearing these sexy loose pants and a linen shirt. He held up a finger. I paused, letting Tanner go down the stairs. Mr. K reached out and dropped my wet panties into my hand. I reacted without thinking and pressed them to my face. They smelled strong. My orgasm and the smell of cum. I looked at Mr. K with wide eyes. He just smiled and walked down the stairs. I went back and put those panties in the bottom of my backpack. I may never wash them.

Emily peeled off her wet clothes in the bathroom, standing in just her panties. Her body felt electric. She looked at herself in the mirror, looking flushed cheeks, hard nipples, the faint red mark where Alex’s thumb had rubbed her arm. She didn’t even make it to the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the tub, legs spread, and shoved her hand into her panties. She was dripping. Two fingers slid in easy, pumping while her thumb worked her clit in fast circles.

“But first… those panties. Take them off. Right here. Right now.” My face burned as I reached under my skirt, fingers trembling while I hooked the waistband and slowly slid the soaked fabric down my thighs. The cool air hit my exposed, dripping pussy as I stepped out of them, the lace clinging wetly to my skin before I held the drenched panties out to him in my open palm. He took them from me with more care than I would have expected, his fingers brushing mine. He lifted the delicate, soaked cloth to his nose for a long, shameless inhale, eyes locked on mine the entire time. A low, approving growl rumbled in his chest.