Wet Panty Peel Novels & Stories

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.

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.

He hovered over me, eyes burning through my top like it was nothing but tissue in his way. His hands found the button of my jeans no fumbling, just a flick and a slow pull. The zipper came down with a purring zzzzzt, and he dragged the denim down my hips, over my thighs, until they bunched at my ankles. He paused. Panties clung to me soaked, nearly translucent, the damp patch clinging between my folds. He exhaled through his nose, nostrils flaring as he stared, thumbs brushing just above the band. Then he slipped them down, slow, watching the wet fabric peel away with almost attention.

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.

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.

She then rolled off my lap and lay back on the sofa, exhausted. "Stand up Frankie," mum instructed me. I did as she said and noticed a huge wet patch on the front of my chinos. "Frankie's trousers are wet too," mum giggled to Izzy. "It's probably our pussy juice," Izzy chuckled, her breathing calming down. "Let's see." Mum undid my belt and let my chinos drop to the floor to reveal black Calvin Klein underwear that mum had bought me. My underpants were wet with pre cum.