Novel & Cerita Wet Panty Peel

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.

Behind that slides some fabric item and a small plastic bag. The fabric is cotton, plain and white: a pair of panties. The plastic bag contains a snipped red curl of what is, unmistakably, pubic hair. My hands are trembling as I finger the envelope open to look inside. I've got the shakes as I take out a folded paper sheet and read, then display it to the rest. One Million and Klempner I pick up the key, fumble and drop it, then pick it up again, slotting into a USB port.

Her legs were shaky as she turned off the water and dried her face. She dropped her charcoal-gray trousers and pink panties and sat on the toilet. A glance told her that those panties were drenched. Her hand reached out to grab the rag from the edge of the sink, pulling it once again to her face. Her other hand snaked down between her thighs to spread the petals of her soaking wet little pussy. She shook as soon as the tip of her finger touched her sensitive little button.

my fragrance for real, pantyliners, deodorant and a few other staffs including bubblegums and a chocolate. I turned to her, "Layla this wasn't necessary at all... you didn't.." She shrugged, "look you're a girl.. you needed some pads it's all good was just helping. If you don't want them I'm not taking them.. you can pay me back when you get paid. They cost R550..." And she was out. My jaw was on the floor at the price she mentioned.. and it was so fucken weird how she bought everything I use from pads even. Weird.

Faster, wetter, the obscene sounds muffled only by her sleeve-bitten moans. Climax ripped free fiercer this time, vision whiting, knees nearly giving out as she squirted against her hand, splattering the concrete floor with clear evidence of her sin. Panting, she cleaned up hastily with a rag, the fabric coming away soaked. Emerging with a stack of them, face composed, she handed them out. "Found plenty!" The ladies smiled, oblivious. Lila helped wipe tables, but her panties chafed wetly, a constant reminder, her clit pulsing with aftershocks.

When I release them, they spring back to their perfect circular shape. I turn my attention to her blue bikini panties. Knowing I'm being watched, I lean my face down to within an inch of her pussy and breathe in deeply. Her familiar scent is intoxicating and I wish I could drink from her loving cup. With her legs spread, the thin material of her moist panties is stretched tightly, clearly outlining the back of her hand. Peering closely I can see that two of her fingers are inside her pussy.

Then I remembered again the laundry basket in the bathroom and I decided to lock myself in the bathroom this time to look at these panties. Cornelia was now busy in the kitchen and did not pay attention to me. In the bathroom I opened the laundry basket and took out the tiny panties. I looked at it more closely and now I saw the wet stain that her pussy had caused. Instinctively I lifted the panties to my nose and inhaled deeply her arousing scent. The aroma was so provocative that I unbuttoned my pants with my free hand and pulled out my throbbing cock. I became greedy and licked now over the wet spot. The whole thing made me so horny that my cock twitched and I, because I did not want to s

So, with immense reluctance, I pulled my hand away from my pussy. Grabbing some toilet paper, I did my best to dry myself off, but I knew with how wet I was that it was more of a temporary measure than anything else. Once that was taken care of, I pulled my panties back up and got to my feet. With how hot I was, I decided to leave the tights off, although I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited to see what it felt like to sit in Evan's lap without them. Balling them up in my fist, I left the stall, took a quick look in the mirror as I washed my hands to make sure I looked alright, and then left the room. I couldn't see any of my family inside the store so I hurried back to the car.