Wet Panty Stories の小説・ストーリー

he asked, frowning slightly. "Uh… my panties are wet," I blurted before my brain could catch up. Silence. Then, he blinked. Slowly. "Your panties are wet? Why would you even tell me that?" His brows lifted, like he couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. I swallowed hard. "Well, you asked, and I gave an honest answer," I muttered with a shrug, pretending like I wasn’t currently dying inside. He looked at me like I had personally offended his entire lineage. "That is highly unprofessional. And why the hell would you wear wet panties to an interview?"

When he was shirtless and wet while washing his dad’s car, with water drenching him up down to his condom boxers… Or in his checkers college uniform that clings to his chiseled abs… Fuck! I remember every filthy memory! It's the same reason I fingered myself last night till I was trembling with his name on my lips. I came so hard that it soaked into my panties and left me panting. Too lazy for a bath, I had simply wiped my purring cunt with my panties, allowed the poor thin fabric soak it up before dumping it aside and sleeping stark naked. I just want the tip of his cock rubbing against my wet slippery cunt… I just… Oh, god!

She moved higher, closer to the apex of her thighs, the anticipation making her heart to race. When her fingers finally brushed against the cotton of her panties, she let out a long, shaky breath. They were damp already, the fabric clinging slightly to her skin. She hooked her fingers under the waistband and slowly pulled them down, letting them drop to her ankles. She kicked them off, spreading her legs slightly to give herself more room to move. Now, she was completely bare to the cool air, completely exposed. She reached down between her legs, her fingers trembling as they found their target. She was already wet, a testament to the stories she had just read. Her fingers slid through the s

I made an uncomfortable huff and looked back over my shoulder as I complained, "Cindy, my panties are all wet and uncomfortable. Can you take them off for me, please?" Cindy started and looked into my eyes with a shock that quickly turned to excitement as I felt the tiny girl's fingers grab the waist of my panties and begin pulling them down. I sighed as I felt the cool air hit my exposed asshole and wet pussy. I hadn't been lying, my pussy had absolutely soaked my panties and I could feel my juices had run down to my asshole too. I moaned softly as I felt Cindy's warm lips press against my ass cheek and begin to suck as her tiny hands continued to trail over my ass reverently.

Now he wants to see how wet sluts get when they’re told the truth. Then he pushed that large hand between my legs and forced my thighs apart. I nearly came when he pressed two fingers over my panties. He didn't even move them; he just rested there. And guess what? The fabric was soaked. Of course it was. We both watched as it got really damp cause I was so fucking shameless, I was gushing just from his fingers pressed down on my puffy cunt. He didn't say anything until I leaked down the sides of my thighs, and he chuckled.

"As you wish, your majesty." Today, she wore a purple lace panty which was already soaking wet when I removed it. Unlike other girls, her hygiene was top tier. It matters and it's never embarrassing to let the partner know they have bad hygiene. (Like honestly if they stink it's not pretty sex lmao)

Kent push my ankle-length skirt up to my waist and shoots me a mischievous smile, “Well, if you don’t say yes, mommy, let’s get a little foreplay to get you wet first.” He looks down at my plain comfortable panty, carefreely tracing his fingers down from my belly to the tip of my pubic bone, swirling playfully around the thin cloth that covers my private womanhood. “Woa, that’s really some old mommy’s panty.”

"Strip from the waist down, Riley skirt, panties off now, then climb up and spread for your boss like the eager little slut who came twice on my cock yesterday." My breath caught but heat surged through me like wildfire, fingers fumbling with the zipper as I shimmied the skirt down my hips letting it pool at my heels before hooking thumbs into the lace. panties still damp from morning fantasies and kicking them aside, climbing onto the cool glass surface on all fours facing him with thighs parted wide enough to expose my glistening pussy. ass up and vulnerable while his groan of approval vibrated through the air as he stood, belt unbuckling with a metallic clink that made me clench in antici

He pressed his body against my back, and I could feel how hard he already was, his bulge pushing against my ass. One of his hands slid down, under the hem of my maid dress. He didn't waste time. His fingers hooked into my panties, and with a quick yank, he ripped them off. The fabric tore easily, and I gasped as the cool air hit my bare skin. My pussy was already getting wet just from his touch. He tossed the ripped panties aside, somewhere on the floor. I felt exposed, but it made me throb with need.

Elena’s POV Tell me… should I close my legs and pretend that my panties is not hanging around my ankles like the slut I am? Or play the superwoman, grab the soaked thong and dip it in my purse while the ‘fucking’ god himself watches? Or maybe I should take my panties, sniff it in and run my tongue along the wet area… Say I go further and spread my legs so he sees how wet and sloppy the real pot is. Shit! Shit!!