Wet Through Panties Novels & Stories

The image is so vivid, so real, that a rush of heat surges through me, leaving me damp, throbbing. I glance at him. He’s still asleep. Perfect. I bite my lip, fighting with myself, but the need is too great. I let my hand slide under the thin fabric of my skirt. My fingers brush over my panties , already soaked , and I inhale sharply. I press harder, rubbing myself, letting the pleasure build. My eyes close, and a quiet moan escapes my lips before I can stop it. Then I feel it , warm breath, right against my cheek.

Note: Thank you Heather Alderman for your comment. Thank you everyone for your support. I really appreciate you❤️ Chapter 52 Amber Whyte. Three weeks later. (Party) The moment I sighted the special lace panties the triplets had instructed me to wear, carnal desires shot through my dry hole. It pumped juices, roaring back to life. I felt warm. Wet. Ready. My pussy started to hum. To hiss. To pulse. I snatched the panties from my dresser, scrutinizing it.

They played with the top of my panties, and then he drove his fingers across the top of them and eventually made his way down farther. I gasped when he reached the bottom of my panties, where my wetness soaked them. He pressed his fingers down a little harder. “You like what you see?” he questioned, his fingers slowly making circles on the outside of my wet panties. “No,” I breathed out heavily. I could barely focus on what he was saying. “No?” he questioned again. I felt my eyebrows knit together. “Well, how about this then?” His fingers slipped into my panties and touched my wetness. I gasped louder this time. His finger began to make rougher circles around my clit. I clung on to his shoul

My pussy juice had spilled down my leg when I came, so I awkwardly cleaned myself up with toilet paper. Once I was recovered more or less, I also wrung out my panties while they were wrapped in toilet paper to try and make them less damp, but after putting them on, I could still feel their humiliating wetness. Usually I loved sex. I loved coming; but the constant reminder by these wet panties that my son's cock had gotten me horny was too much to bear, so I took them back off. Instead, I hid the sexy wet thong in my purse and went to the sink to wash my hands and legs. Unfortunately, a mother with her child came in, so all I could do was wash my hands thoroughly, hoping that would be enough

Then I knelt on the cracked paving stones, rolled up my sleeves, and started scrubbing with a heavy grunt. I was still washing when the back door creaked open. Avery sauntered over with a nasty little smile playing on her lips. She had a pair of black satin panties in her hand, and with a flick of her wrist she threw them. They landed on the heap of clothes. "Wash them," she ordered, then turned around immediately. I picked up the panties between my thumb and forefinger. The crotch was crusty with dried discharge. My stomach turned and burned at the same time.

I can feel my pussy dripping again, pulsing against the thin material of my panties. My pussy is swollen and fucking raw. It’s been wet and hot for three days straight without a break, all because my best friend’s mother doesn’t know how to cover up. I doubt it would make a difference even if she did, since all she has to do is just smile and my knees weaken.

He scrapes, cutting through the thin fabric of my panties and leaving marks on the soft wet skin of my pussy. “Oohhhhh…” My legs clap tightly around his wrist. “Mmmhhh.” He sighs and grabs my cunt regardless. The effect causes my panties to dip down, leaving out a tiny space for the cool breeze to waft into my pussy. My mouth opens again but it does this gasping thing, pumping out air in response to the electricity running all over my body. The cool air kisses my cunt, making it obvious that I'm dripping wet, soaking up like a bitch more than I can imagine.

Alina pov I knelt patiently outside his office door, sitting back on my heels, wearing nothing but the delicate red lace panties I had bought just for him. The waiting was torture. The air smelt like the thick scent of arousal. Mr Parker ordered yesterday not to wash my pussy. The dried remains of my cum still clung on my skin, making it unbearable to control my desire. I had worn the same panties all night, touching myself again and again thinking about his long hard dick, that was going to get buried deep inside me.

Then his hand slides down my belly, dipping into the waistband of my panties. My breath catches in my throat when his fingers brush my clit. I pant his name as my back arches off the bed, his fingers trailing down my slit, rubbing through my wetness. Christ, I’ve never been this wet. My little lace panties are soaked, and a satisfied groan leaves Cal’s lips as he glides his fingers through my folds, pressing the tip of one to my opening.

“Keep going. Everything. Panties too. I want you completely naked for this inspection.” I shoved my leggings down next, kicking them off my ankles. My face burned as I hooked my thumbs into my soaked panties and peeled them down my thighs. The crotch stuck to my pussy lips for a second before coming free. I stepped out of them and handed the damp bundle over, my hand trembling. “These are fucking wet. Great. You can see what your stupid rules did to me,” I muttered. Grant took them and set them aside. He looked at the dark wet spot on the fabric then back at me. “Natural reaction.