Wet Panty Stories Novels & Stories

But his cock jumped, betraying him. I laughed out. Dirty. I shoved back. Deeper this time till my nose was buried in his pubes. My throat bulged. Gagged loud. Wet slurps filled the room. As I sucked, my hand slipped between my legs, pushing my panties aside. And I plunged three fingers into my pussy. It was already soaked. Dripping. My clit super swollen. And I rubbed hard circles. Fast. Wally moaned. Threw his head back. But I grabbed his chin, forcing his gaze down.

I put my cock back into my wet boxers, "Only if you do it right." Riley smiled. Looking at her, I could see my cum all over the front of her panties, her soaked panties. She slipped her hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy through the fabric, pressing the gusset of those panties up into her wet vagina, leering at me as she did so, "I'm gonna wear these all day, Dad. So?" Those poor Unicorns, drowning in our climax. I smiled at my own joke. Riley nudged me, "Is that a yes?"

Finally he slides my panties completely off and throws them aside, leaving me fully exposed, and when he sees how soaked and glistening my shaved pussy is, he makes a low, sarcastic comment that sends another rush of embarrassed heat through my body. “Oh shut up and fuck me, John,” I gasp desperately, my voice shaking with frustration and lust, “you are the little whore who made me this wet — you know exactly how to tease me with your tongue and fingers, you know my weakness, and I hate you for it, you little bitch… now fuck me, hurry!”

Nicolas muttered. He twisted my panty near my core and slid his finger inside it. “No..No This can't be happening.” My eyes widened, I clenched my fists and bit the corner of my lips. He started with slowly rubbing my core and pulled down my red lacy panty completely. Now I was stark naked in front of them. I felt something hard under my ass. It was Clover's manhood getting hard beneath his pants. “Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.”

The kind of wet that soaks through underwear and makes the fabric cling. Six days ago I walked in on my ex inside another woman and felt nothing but relief. Relief that I could stop pretending. Stop being Boring Betty — the quiet girl who never asked for more than missionary and a goodnight kiss, who faked orgasms because it was easier than explaining what she actually needed, who went home after safe, bland sex and touched herself to fantasies so dark they scared her. I sign my name at 6:55 PM. My legs are trembling as I walk the envelope to the executive suite. My underwear is ruined. I can feel how swollen I am with every step, my clit pulsing against the wet lace, my nipples stiff under

I shake my head and focus. He’s undoing his button-down now, stopping to rub a palm over the skin beneath the fabric. His hips keep moving, and he’s fucking mesmerizing. In another few minutes, the shirt is off, and he’s circled me, trailing his hand over my neck and leaning in to ask if I like it so far. “Shit, man, you’re making me hot,” Quinton says. He undoes his pants, doing a whole thing with the zipper before turning around and slowly pulling them down. “Are you wearing Christmas briefs?” I say incredulously.

The position left her waist directly at my eye level, and with her spread legs and how non-existent her skirt was, I could see a dark, wet spot right in the center of her crimson panties. "It was just like this," she said, as she brought two of her fingers between her legs and began rubbing that spot. Zoey's eyes closed as her breathing picked up, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her fingers and how the wet patch was slowly getting larger. "What were you doing as you imagined this?" she asked, eyes still closed.

Young studs and sluts made me dripping wet, and this hunk. I pulled the panties from between my cleavage. What was that girl's name? What did it matter? She made me cum. The yearbook committee knew the order the students came in. They would get the stories correct. I breathed in her sweet scent, though. "Mmm, we can't have that. Drop the pants." "Well..." He swallowed. "I don't have any underwear on." "You go commando in jeans?" He shrugged. "Well, drop them anyways," I said, my pussy on fire.

“We’re not leaving this cabin until I fuck you raw tonight.” Ryan’s words hung heavy in the air as he hovered over me, his body still pinning me to the bed. My cum soaked through my shorts, sticky and warm against my skin. I lay there panting, heart racing, trying to process what the hell just happened. “Ryan... wait,” I breathed, but he was already moving. His big hands grabbed the waistband of my soaked shorts and yanked them down my legs in one rough pull, tossing them across the room.

“Boys don’t know what to do with a woman’s body. They don’t know how to work a pair of tits like this until a girl is dripping wet and begging.” He pulled back to look at me, my nipples red and glistening from his mouth. “Are you dripping wet for me, Stephanie?” I couldn’t lie. My whole body was trembling. The evidence was soaking my shorts and I could only nod. a tiny, shameful movement. “Tell me.” “I’m… I’m wet,” I whispered. “Louder. Let me hear what a filthy little hitchhiker you are.” “I’m wet!” I said, my voice cracking. The admission sent another gush of moisture between my legs.