Wet Panty Peel Novels & Stories

To say that this wasn’t turning me on is an understatement and I never felt so wanted. My hand then moved back under the lacy fabric of her panties and between her folds which were now dripping wet with her juices for me and the heat from her core was on fire as I knew she wanted so much more from me this time. Without thinking I ripped the panties from her flesh and Layla gave out a small yelp into my mouth, as I tossed them onto the floor beside the bed. Layla began to push down my pants and I began to move my legs to free me from the piece of obstacle in our way.

My hand fisted the armrest, my balls aching as I fought the urge to lunge. She spun slowly, her ass flexing in her jeans. She bent over just enough to pop the zipper, dragging it down tooth by tooth. She peeled the denim off her creamy, slim-thick thighs before kicking them free to leave her in simple white cotton panties. They were plastered wet to her pussy, the crotch see-through and dark. Holy fuck, she’s drenched. Those good-girl panties were wrecked. I can’t wait to rip them aside and tongue-fuck that creamy slit till she soaks my face.

asking the obvious as he faked a cough making Keatton more worried sick. His ears clapped in triumph as he saw tears glimmering in his eyes. “Yes, Daddy,” Keatton slowly nods. The more he saw the boy in pain along with calling him his Daddy, it triggers her urethra to produce an oozing amount of pre-cum. He simply looked down to saw his pants printed wet on them. He smirked at the back of his mind. “Ba-Baby, can you taste the wet portion of my pants? I-I need verification if it that tastes like a medicine. I know you know what medicine tastes like. I’m afraid I spilled it a while ago. No need to worry, it is not harmful,” he said.

In a hurry, I put my phone and keys inside my bra, although it's bad, I have no choice, as what I don't want is to wet my pants. According to my aunt, it's bad, I can even get all sorts of diseases. Now that I have the convenience of pulling down my pants along with my panties, I squat down and let the valve open, letting everything stored up flow out. In less than a minute, I finish peeing when I was already pulling up my pants. Ah, how pleasant it is to feel the relief in my bladder. Before leaving, I press the toilet button and then decide to wash my hands. "We want to apologize, it was all a misunderstanding in which we recognize that we went too far," and in effect, I have the pleasant

A wave of shivers overcame her, and she paused to moan. “Time to get these off.” Mayeli cooed and guided Killian’s hand toward the band of her panties. She watched him hook his fingers over the elastic and slowly start to tug them down. She slipped off her undergarments completely and gently rubbed her hand across them. They were so wet, all because of him. She slowly dragged her damp pants across his chest, causing his body to lurch up, and a soft whimper to escape his lips. Grinning, she let him savour the sensation of the damp cloth as it lingered just a bit longer, drawing the moment out before deliberately pulling away.

Consumed with the idea of breaking his limit, I sit back, spread my legs wide enough for my iPad to fit in, and take a picture of my soaked panties. The shutter sound makes me look at myself, eyes dark, narrow… screaming wild things he dare not say. It's my turn to play the fool. I ignore him and zoom in on the photo. Blue panties soaked to filth you can literally see it dropping. And what’s more interesting is my soft folds beating against it, you can trace your fingers around the rough areas that form a knot against my panties. It's so fucking good… I gulp dryly, knowing that my next step may consume us.

I kicked them off, leaving me in just my thin, soaked camisole and a pair of simple cotton panties. He let out a low whistle. “Look at that. Already soaked for me. You really are a little slut, aren’t you?” He reached out and hooked a finger into the crotch of my panties, pulling the fabric aside. The cool air hit my bare, wet folds, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped my lips. He ran a single finger slowly up my slit, gathering my wetness on his fingertip. He brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply.

Quickly making my way to my own room, I took my shirt off. Then I peeled my yoga pants down my legs while sitting on the edge of my bed. Staring at them, I gasped softly. Lifting them up, I held the pants in front of my face and stared at the crotch. Holy hell. The entire waist area of them was dark pink, almost red. They were completely drenched. I'm not even sure why I did it, but I scrunched the fabric together and then twisted the pants between my hands, wringing the fabric. Liquid dripped onto my bare legs. Good lord, Marianne! I hadn't realized how juicy my cunt had become. Just from trying to seduce my dad.

His voice was cold as ice and when he picked up my pantie from the floor, I froze, my face flushing red with embarrassment. "Give back that! What right do you have to touch my underwear!" I yelled, trying to reach for it but the motherfucker was taller. "Hmm….." he hummed, sliding his fingertips along the soaked fabric, "G-string? our dear nerdy wears sexy panties too? Hmm, interesting. But why is it so wet, who made you cum this much?" I twisted my face in pure disgust when he brought it close to his nose and took a long sniff. "Wow….such depraved scent…."

She normally washes her bra and pantie herself. Sylvester doesn't know what came over him, but before he knew what was going on, he was pulling the wet pantie up to his face. All he knew at that moment was that he needed to smell it. As bad as it he knew it was, he desperately wanted to know what her stepdaughter pussy cream smell like.