Novel & Cerita Wet Panty Peel

Counter tease, bed tangle hours of desperate fucks, tension's fire consuming. By dawn, spent and cum-wrapped, he whispered against my neck, "Anytime now, Lila. Crush unlocked."

I was whimpering and grinding my soaked panties against nothing, losing my mind with pleasure. Mark’s hand slid down and rubbed my silk-covered pussy. “Fuck, she’s absolutely drenched,” he told Angie. “Her cunt is leaking all over these panties.” Angie stood up beside the bed, right in front of my face, and slowly peeled her black panties down. Her hairy pussy was right there — dark curls glistening with her arousal, plump lips puffy and parting, her swollen clit peeking out. The musky scent of her hit me and I licked my lips involuntarily.

(Emily's POV) I hate to say this but I really need to pee. I can't hold it in much longer. Swallowing my pride, I stood up and walked to the bucket. It was a dark blue plastic bucket, the one you use to clean the floors with. I pulled down my panties and bent my knees, careful not to touch the bucket. I did my business and then pulled my panties back up. He still hadn't gotten me toilet paper as he promised.

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.

She screamed into the pillow to muffle the sound, but at the same time, she forced a pee in her pants. “What the hell?” She muttered. Feeling the wetness in her panties as she trotted to the bathroom, she locked herself in. Her office pants were the first to hit the floor, then her thong followed, then she opened her thighs to check the source of the wetness. To her dismay, milky liquid formed irregular lines as they trickled down her inner thighs.

I mean a few minutes wouldn’t hurt, right? Like instinct, I spread my legs wider. The feeling of the soft silk brushing against my skin turns me on even more. Before long, I’ve pulled off the pants every worker here is required to wear. They’re thin and completely overworn that I hear a rip, probably from the speed I took it off, but I don’t care. I am too completely turned on to care about anything at this point. When my finger reaches underneath there, I instantly feel the wet spot on my panties. I am completely soaked and I haven’t even done much.

He swiveled his chair to face her fully, knees apart, making space. “Lift your skirt.” She gripped the hem with both hands, drew the navy fabric upward inch by inch. Plain white cotton panties—already darkened at the crotch. A small wet spot had spread noticeably. “Take them off.” She hooked thumbs in the waistband, pushed them down. They slid past her thighs, knees, ankles. She stepped out of them, left them pooled on the carpet. Adrian reached out, took the damp cotton between two fingers, brought them to his nose, inhaled once—deliberately—then set them on the desk like evidence.

Now, I hear that person flushes the water and rushes out from the bathroom in a haste. Whatever emergency he has, I don’t think I will ever have an emergency more urgent than peeing. I strongly believe that, starting from today. Once I am finished releasing every single drop of the fluid, I bend a little on my knees rapidly and shake my dick trying to get rid of the remains. However, unfortunately, I stain my fingers. “Ah shit. My hand.” Damn it. Always. I need to start wearing gloves next time. Maybe I should drop by at the pharmacy on my way back home tonight to get some latex gloves. The texture of latex gloves gives me a better feeling than other materialed gloves, if you know what I am

The bed felt damp beneath me from how wet I had become. He released my wrists. His hands slid down to my panties. His fingers traced the outline of my pussy through the fabric, applying light pressure that drove me crazy. I lifted my hips to help him. He peeled the panties off slowly. Cool air hit my wet folds, making me shiver. He dragged the cloth down my thighs, pausing to kiss every inch of newly exposed skin—my hips, my inner thighs. His tongue flicked out to taste my skin along the way.

It's so ridiculous but this is the only way to do it without making the area near it wet. After what feels like an impossible mission, I managed to come out smelling peach and Eve. That shower gel definitely made me hard remembering its owner is sitting out there without wearing a bra or panties, ready to be groped and fingered. Damn it. 43 but worse than a 13 year old.