Wet Panty Peel Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I wanted to keep it as it was. He smirked and his thumb went up to trace my lips. I closed my eyes, my lips parting a little to relish the little butterflies he gave me. Though, there were more than butterflies pooling down my waist. After we broke the kiss, I had to discard my pantie in the bathroom because it was soaking wet. I would wash it later. There were the housemaids who did the washing, but I did not like someone washing my pantie. Especially when it had my wet climax lingering on it. That was gross. If I was a maid, I would regret my life decision.

I whimpered softly, rolling onto my side and pressing my thighs together tightly, trying to ease the frustration. It only made it worse. “Tristan…” I whispered into the pillow, voice already breaking. My nipples were hard and aching against the thin fabric of my crop top. I could feel how wet my panties were- completely drenched, the slickness coating my inner thighs. I groaned in frustration, hips twitching involuntarily as I rubbed my legs together again, seeking any kind of relief. But…..Nothing helped. I couldn’t take it anymore. With shaky hands, I reached down and hooked my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties. I peeled them off slowly, the cool air hitting my dripping pussy