Novel & Cerita Wifes Wet Panties

Given his sexual nature, it took everything for Tripp not to get up and grab his wife, throw her to his bed, and take her however he pleased. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her black panties and pushed them down her feet, kicking the thin material away. She knew she was soaking wet and Tripp could possibly see the wetness pooling between her thighs as she was waxed clean. She watched her husband carefully as she sauntered closer to the bed. “You’re so beautiful. Beautiful doesn’t even fit the right description, my wife.” Tripp quivered and groaned, losing his self-control as he felt like he had waited for fucking eternity.

He could probably see it already. “Spread your legs wider.” I obeyed, cheeks flaming. He leaned in, inhaling. “Already wet for your married boss. How long have you been fantasizing about this?” “Since the first day,” I whispered. He smiled, dark and satisfied. “Take off your panties. Slowly.” My hands trembled as I lifted my hips and slid the soaked fabric down my legs. He took them from me, brought them to his face, and breathed in deeply. “Fuck, you smell sweet.” He tucked them into his pocket. “Those are mine now.”

Her pussy was amazing. I told her how much it would turn me on if she started talking dirty to me. So she did. Oh and the things that came out of her mouth. She knew exactly what to say to get me all horny and willed up. My wife was also a tease. Sometimes we'll go out fresh after making love and she'll wear a cute little dress or skirt without any panties on. She'll whisper to me in public how wet and sloppy her pussy was and how she could feel my cum leaking out of her. Then she'll lift up her skirt and show me.

Another message popped up, "Tell no one if you want to live." "Nothing!" Adriana retorted sharply," I just need to...." "Nathan!" Someone yelled from afar and Adriana twisted in the direction the voice came from. Rodriguez and his wife. He was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt that showed his bubbly nature and grey shorts that exposed a little more than his tanned thighs. His wife, on the other hand, was dressed in a long summer gown that had printed hibiscus all round and fitted well with her fashion sense and comfort.

Hiking the hem of my gown up my thighs, I jolt when his fingers connect with the crotch of my panties. I’m ashamed the spot is already soaked. He rubs my pussy through my panties, pressing his thumb down on my clit before shoving his finger into my hole together with my panties. It’s crazy and dirty, but that’s exactly the kind of man Mr Walter is. What sane man fucks their help right under their wife’s nose anyway?

She gasped, her nightie already slipping off her perky tits, nipples hard as fuck. The bigger guy ripped it up to her waist. She wasn't wearing any panties. He shoved two fingers in her, wet cunt squelching in the room. "Fuuuckkkk....." She moaned, voice all broken. "My husband never gets me this wet. Just your fingers and I'm already fucking soaked." I shoved three of my own fingers into my dripping snatch, matching their own pace. My boobs bounced under my tank top, nipples scraped the fabric, thumb rubbed my fat clit in harsh circles. Juice pored down my ass crack soaking up the sheets.

I looked over at Jase once more and he was still asleep, so I turned my full attention back to my wife. Underneath her dress, I found that she was wearing thong panties. My breath quickened as I slid the delicate fabric to the side, which was already wet from her juices. I rubbed along her folds and she was more than wet. I slid two fingers inside and her breath caught as her pussy clamped down around my fingers. Yes, she was very ready. “Fuck, Leila, you feel good.” My breath quickened as my cock began to pulse within my jeans in anticipation. “Are you sure you feel up to this?”

Temi whimpered, her pussy clenching at the dirty words. Femi yanked her long skirt up to her waist, exposing her thick thighs and the soaked white cotton panties clinging to her plump pussy lips. He ripped the panties down, revealing her shaved cunt..swollen, glistening, and leaking clear juices down her inner thighs. The musky scent of her arousal filled the small room.

She moaned. His hands made their way through her gown, feeling the flimsy fabric that was a barrier between her and her body. “I thought I would come home to more.” He whispered into her ears, tearing apart the panties and she began to cry out in pleasure. Her cunt was just as wet as he had wanted. This is what he always wants to come home to. A wet cunt of his wife waiting for him. A finger slipped into her, making her hold him tighter and closer. “Damn it, you are still tight.” He pointed out.

VIVIAN "You're drenched. Fuck, Vivian, your panties are ruined." "I've been wet for you all day. Every day. For three years." He rips my panties off — literally tears them from my body, the fabric giving way with a sharp sound. Cool air kisses my bare pussy, and I shiver with anticipation. Then his fingers are there, sliding through my folds, spreading my wetness. "So fucking wet," he murmurs. "So ready for me. Have you been touching yourself, thinking about this? Fingering this pretty pussy and imagining it was my cock?"