Wet Panty Peel Novels & Stories

He lifted himself off her and crawled towards her legs, he grabbed her legs and spread them open, then scoffed loudly. " you're a lying, even your jean pant is wet and you said you're not wet?" "No, I'm not" She clapped her legs close again. He laughed, he reached for her waistline and pulled her jean pant and panty down at once, he threw them. He grabbed her legs and spread them open again, he stared at her pûssy with a very wide smile before looking up at her. "You're so wet, you're even dripping" he said.

and "please please..... Please!!!" He undid the fastnings of my selwar as he sucked and bit my skin; now marred with lovebites. He sharply pulled it off my legs and sat face to face with my dripping wet pussy. I had forgotten that I was not wearing a panty ,that it was in his room drying as we did this sinful act.He smiled at me from between my legs. "Its like a wild river down here, look it's even soaking the table"I bit my lips as I sat there exposed and trembling."

A lady with a posh white dress came over. She dropped her knickers to the floor and stepped back out of them. She then proceeded to stand over me, her legs spread wide over my face. I clearly see her cunt BV which was bald and completely shaven. Her pussy tight and perfectly formed. She hoisted up her dress and then relieved herself. The droplets of pee landed on my face. It certainly smelt and tasted different like a bad white wine. I licked my lips. Droplets ran down my face and began to dampen the carpet.

She was always complaining, slowing everyone down. Jack, on the other hand, seemed to have endless patience and indulgence for her. "Alright. Let's see what's so heavy." He stopped the group, knelt, and opened Dakota's backpack himself. In front of everyone, she carefully pulled out her precious belongings, as if presenting a prized collection. There was a full set of luxury travel-sized skincare, a nearly unused oversized power bank, chips in every flavor, jelly, sour belts… and a heavy jar of peanut butter.

I pulled off my night shirt and was searching for a pair of shorts when grandpa walked past my bedroom and said, "See you downstairs in a few minutes Britt." I didn't turn around and just said, "Ok grandpa." I selected my shorts and stepped into them and started pulling them up my legs before I realized how wet I was, so I stopped and opened up my dresser drawer and took out a panty liner and put it in the crotch of my shorts before I pulled them up. At least the panty liner would soak up my juices and not leave a wet spot on my shorts.

I'm the one in charge. Hands dried, she could still smell herself, smell the heat. She peered down at her crotch with a sigh. She grabbed some tissue, scrubbing her pussy to erase the signs of her arousal. Her vigorous rubbing, though, didn't help the situation. With a curse, she pulled up her pants, only to come in contact with her damp panties.

I lifted my hips off the bed, and he hooked his fingers fully into the waistband. Both hands. Gripping it carefully and he pulled my shorts down slowly. Teasingly, and revealing me inch by inch. My panties was there. White cotton. Simple, and very Innocent-looking. Except they weren't innocent anymore. They were soaked. The fabric between my legs was dark with wetness, and it was transparent, and clinging to every fold of my pussy. The outline of my lips was very visible, and the swell of my mound. Everything.

I whispered, unable to stop myself from begging for more. Axel smirked as he ran his fingers over the damp fabric of my panties, the thin material barely providing any barrier between his teasing strokes and my aching clit. "You're so deliciously wet, baby girl," he murmured, his voice a sinful whisper that made me shiver with anticipation. His fingers pressed down on my clit through my soaked panties, making me whimper and squirm beneath him. Axel expertly traced circles around the sensitive nub, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive me wild but never enough to bring me over the edge. I could feel my wetness seeping through the fabric, my panties becoming even more soaked with

"Down. Now. You're wasting our precious time." They pushed me onto the wet grass, kicking my legs open, my dress pulling up. "Push your panties to your ankles. We wanna see that famous cunt." I dragged the thin fabric off my waist, down my knees and to my ankles, trailing my legs. My bare cunt lips was soaked, clit sticking out long and swollen like it always does when I was worked up. Slowly spreading my knees, panties hanging uselessly, keeping me in check, exposing everything for their eyes. "Fuuuckkkk...."Connor whistled. "Look at that fat wet gash. Clit's already begging for attention."

What do I do! I panicked again, and suddenly I felt warm pee going down my leg, I looked up and panicked what should I do now! I started crying, I felt like a little again, I felt even younger than I did back at the house, what do I do now, my skirt had a wet spot on it, my socks were dirty and my panty was soaked. Thankfully, there wasn’t much people in the store anymore, most have left since it’s close to closing time, I ran toward the desk and got the land phone calling mama.