Wet Panty Peel Novels & Stories

The skirt pools around your ankles like spilled ink. Panties last. They’re soaked through—crotch dark, clinging obscenely. Hook your thumbs in the sides. Drag them down inch by torturous inch. The wet fabric peels away from your folds with a soft, sucking sound. A fresh string of slick stretches between cotton and cunt before it snaps, landing cool on your inner thigh. You step free. Kick them aside. They land somewhere in the dark with a damp slap. Naked. Vulnerable. Turn around.

He groaned, thrusting erratic, then buried deep hot cum flooding my core, marking me inside. "Take brother's load, slut... leak it all day, remember who owns this pussy anytime." We collapsed panting, his weight heavy, cock still twitching inside. Pain throbbed sweet, body spent, but his hand roamed, fingers teasing my clit lazy. "Not done, dirty girl. Round two? feel that ache? Gonna fuck it deeper." I whimpered, wiggling hips impatient even sore. He pulled out slow, cum dripping, then dropped wet kisses down my belly to my pussy, lapping his own mess mixed with mine.

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.

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

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.

Then I knelt on the cracked paving stones, rolled up my sleeves, and started scrubbing with a heavy grunt. I was still washing when the back door creaked open. Avery sauntered over with a nasty little smile playing on her lips. She had a pair of black satin panties in her hand, and with a flick of her wrist she threw them. They landed on the heap of clothes. "Wash them," she ordered, then turned around immediately. I picked up the panties between my thumb and forefinger. The crotch was crusty with dried discharge. My stomach turned and burned at the same time.

He whispered slowly to her ear. He lifted her skirt, exposing her bottom and he daringly pulled down the waistband of her panties. In mere seconds, Niel managed to help her panties escape her slender legs successfully. Then he didn't wait long to unhook his pants and lowered down the zip. His pants got loose and went down half of his legs. He pulled down his boxer brief as well and his erection finally been exposed without a cover.