Wet Panty Peel Novels & Stories

She turned to me and said, “You wanna see me peeing standing up?” “Why, sure,” I said. She lifted up her skirt. She was wearing skimpy white panties which she pulled down so they dropped to her feet. Bending her knees just a small she began to urinate, the thick stream of yellow pee splashing onto the car parked next to theirs. “I need to go too,” said Greg. He unzipped his pants and extricated his penis, and began to piss onto the same spot. Not wanting to be left out, I did the same. As I pissed, they looked with

I’d caught the faint outline of his cock and had to look away before my face turned scarlet. “God, I’m pathetic,” I whispered to the empty room, but there was no real shame in it. Just hunger. I shoved the jeans down my hips in one impatient motion, kicking them off along with my socks. My panties were simple black cotton, already soaked—clung to my shaved pussy. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and peeled them away, letting the cool air hit my slick folds. A soft gasp escaped through my lips. I was wet. Embarrassingly wet. The kind of wet that made my thighs slide together when I walked.

Her hips rise to meet my touch, my fingers hooked under the rim, and slowly, I start to tug them down. Her breathing heavies, breathing in a shyed breath. A low growl escapes me, feeling how sticky wet heat of her panties holds to her. I move back a little, tugging them down her legs and taking a screenshot in my head when I slowly peel them away from her slick little pussy. She is silent, watching me pull the white lacy panties down her leg, tugging them free of her bare feet and bringing them to my face. “I'm keeping these.” I tell her.

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 trail my hand down her stomach, unbutton her shorts. They drop to her ankles. Her soaked panties displayed , a wet spot dark in the center. I kneel, facing her pussy. 'Spread your legs.' She does, stockings holding her arms up. I pull her panties aside. Her clit peeks out, swollen and leaking clear fluid. It drips down her inner thigh. 'Harper, you're dripping already.' I lean in, tongue flat against her clit. She screams, 'Quinn! Oh god!' I lick slow, up and down,

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

Matteo took her wet panties and held them up to his nose. He inhaled her wet panties, trying to scent her arousal. The aroma was divine and extremely stimulating. He could feel his cock firming up and expanding in his pants. "I really love the color of your panties Princess... Brown….my favorite" he sniffed in. "And it smell so good, Princess." Matteo hummed as he sniffed, admiring her naked body on the bed. He moved her panties from his nose to his lips, kissing them before licking the wet spot in her panties.