Wet Through Panties Novels & Stories

I was soaking through my lace panties now, grinding shamelessly against the thick ridge of his cock. His hands stayed on my breasts for a while, squeezing and playing with them while he devoured my tits. Then one hand slid down my body, over my stomach, until his palm cupped my pussy through the drenched fabric. “Fuck… you’re so wet,” he muttered against my breast, voice husky. His fingers started rubbing me firmly through the thin, soaked panties, slow circles at first, then faster, pressing the lace right against my swollen clit. I gasped and rocked into his hand, my juices coating his fingers even through the material.

He could see it—how soaked my panties were, how ready I was for him. His hand cupped me through the damp fabric, his fingers rubbing over the soaked material with deliberate slowness, drawing a helpless moan from my lips. When he finally pushed my panties aside, his fingers grazed my swollen, sensitive clit, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure coursing through me.

I know my panties must be wet, it has happened to me countless times, sometimes i even thought of how his huge dick will feel in my throat. I know am not supposed to have this feeling but i just can't help myself from admiring his figure. "he's just so perfect", i thought..i quickly said sorry and told him i brought his juice before leaving his room with my heart pounding in my chest and my pussy so wet that i can feel it dripping .

One guy helped, his fingers brushing my shoulder, sending a spark through me. In just bra and panties, I spun slowly. Their praise“Nice ass,” “Awesome little titties,” “Super abs”made me wet. I was starting to enjoy the attention. Then someone called for the bra. Bill nodded. I hesitated, but a hand unsnapped it. I clutched it to my chest, then let it fall. My nipples hardened under their stares. “Awesome tits… nice nipples…” I spun again, lost in their words. My panties were soaked. Jeff noticed: “Her panties are all wet..she’s enjoying this.”

I fell hard into a pile of sharp gravel. The impact lacerated my palm, blood oozing from my bone-baring cut. I fixed my gaze on Jack Campton, yet all I saw in his eyes was annoyance. "Oh, no, Willow! You're bleeding! You're not going to get tetanus or something, are you?" Dakota Sweeney covered her mouth in exaggerated shock, but her eyes gleamed with poorly hidden delight. "What a pity. I just used the alcohol pads to wipe the mud off my shoes."

I leaned back harder against the locked door, my legs feeling weak and shaky. My fingers travelled straight down to my pussy. I didn’t even think about it. I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and yanked the zipper down. My hand pushed inside my panties, sliding over my smooth skin until I reached my soaked folds. I was dripping wet. My panties were completely ruined, sticky and warm. My clit was swollen, sensitive, and begging for touch. The second my fingers brushed it, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through me.

He personally shopped for me. He got me sexy lingerie and I wear them every night, but then he doesn’t touch me. It makes me wonder why he got them for me in the first place. I pull my panties down my legs. I know he can see how wet they are. I don’t know why I get so wet. Is this normal? My face heats. I soaked my panties through, and now I’m getting my thighs all wet, too. “Open your legs.” There’s a hard edge to his tone, one that only excites me more. “Now touch yourself.” It’s not a request but a command.

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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.

Already aroused, that German voice in her head kicked Sabrina's libido up to a thirteen on a ten point scale. Her playmates in easy reach, she wiggled out of her jeans. She sighed, wondering how long the wet spot had been showing on her crotch. Hopefully she'd not been walking around with it at work. She mopped herself with her panties and tossed them in the hamper thinking she'd need to do the wash tomorrow because she was going through underwear at an alarming rate. She was still wet, because the panty bath hadn't done any good.