Wet Panty Stories Novels & Stories

Fuck, I think I'm wet too. These girls are insane. “I told you, I'd make you squirt.” The lady on her knees teased the other one standing and breathing really hard. They both burst out laughing, carefree and totally unworried about the people moving around them. They didn't care, they were just consumed in their own little world of pleasure. I couldn't stop staring. I couldn't stop dripping. How sinful! I suddenly froze, I couldn't even walk again. I stared with amused disbelief. My mouth dropped open in shock.

Upside down, I watch my heavily soaked panties. ‘Jeez, Pam!’ The same part of me tries to scold me but I’m beyond that. I shove my hand in and peel off my panties. The rich sight has me gasping. It’s incredibly wild watching the slimy cum drip from my wet pussy. It carelessly spills along my thighs. It leaves me curling my toes and hoping to fuck with you. ‘PAM!’ I swipe a pad-full and pull out. Finally standing upright, I stare at my coated finger.

His palms were warm and slightly rough as they gripped my inner thighs, spreading me wider. I shivered at the exposure. My panties were soaked through, the wet spot obvious. Ethan stared at it for a long moment, breathing through his mouth, before leaning in. He pressed his face between my legs, nose brushing against the damp fabric. He inhaled deeply, then groaned. The sound vibrated against me. Without warning he hooked his fingers into the waistband and yanked my panties down my legs, tossing them aside. Cool air hit my exposed pussy, making me gasp. I was dripping, folds swollen and shiny with arousal.

Pouring from the roof tops making loud noises as they hit the ground . I could not wait any longer ,it was now or never . With my joggers and blue v-neck t-shirt on I run through the rain till I reached home. I was totally drenched in rain when I got home. I cursed myself for not taking an umbrella and a jacket . Feeling cold due to my wet clothes I rushed to the doorbell and rang it several times . It was at this time I wished I had taken my spare keys. With all my efforts gone to waste I sat at the porch and waited for someone to show up and open the door . Shaking from head to toe I watched to see if anyone was coming . When I saw the trace of a black Toyota Yaris I quickly got up with s

My pussy clenched in my panties, already missing the warmth of his hard cock that was poking there. He stood up. Flipped me over the counter, face down on the desk, my ass up in the air. “Hold onto it and do not let go” I obeyed immediately, my chest pressed to the cold wood, arms trembling. He pulled down my skirt roughly, and tore off my panties. Cool air hit my pussy lips, reminding me how wet I was down there. He slid his fingers through my folds, rubbing my wetness around me. “Fuck, you're dripping.”

Seyi retorted. Omah took his cigarette from his mouth and grinned. "Those previous girls are not Prof. Ajayi's daughter you know. Besides you guys need to stop hopping from one chick to another. How do you even do it sef?" Dayo thought his friend knew better, a pity he doesn't. Well why else was he his best friend if he couldn't enlighten him on such small issues such as this one. "The best thing about panties is taking them off. The game is simple. You see a girl you'd like to smash. You pursue them, spend a few thousands. You get into their panties. You move on. It's so damn exciting!" He declared,

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.

“Listen to her. She’s melting already.” “Not even naked yet,” the one behind me murmured, his fingers pinching my nipple until I cried out. The woman pulled back, licking her lips, eyes glinting as she hooked her fingers under the waistband of my pants. “Let’s change that.” With no hesitation, she tugged them down, slow enough for everyone watching to get their view, but firm enough to leave me exposed. My panties were soaked, clinging to me, and I swore I heard more than one groan from the circle around us.

One of the students complains and this makes everyone else start talking too. And without uttering any words, I drop down to my knees, unzipping Xander. Xander's gaze peers down at me, his eyes are saying everything his mouth can't express–anger, frustration and something dark that I couldn't explain. That scares me…so I avert his gaze, focusing on his pants. I know Xander has never had a problem being in the nude publicly because he's a flirt who gets blowjobs every now and then. But what I don't expect to see is the small bulge after I unzip him.

“Stand up for me.” I rose on shaky legs and leaned forward, pressing my palms to the cool wooden surface. He stood behind me, he lifted the hem of my uniform exposing my panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and drew them down slowly, letting them pool at my ankles. I stepped out of them, my heart hammering more than ever. He ran his palms over my bottom, squeezing gently, then a little harder. “Such a pretty view.” His hand dipped between my legs, stroking softly along my folds. I was embarrassingly wet already. He groaned loudly obviously pleased.