Women Wetting Panties Novels & Stories

“You are pathetic.” Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public.” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.”

I felt heat spread up my thigh, causing my p*ssy lips to close around the crotch of my now taut panties. He moved his hand down to my below, and shoved it in my panties without wasting time. He began searching for my cunt which he found immediately, and not surprisingly, already wet…very wet. His fingers slipped in as his thumb brushed my clit, I hissed quietly as I slowly thrust against his fingers that were already pumping so much pleasure into my body right now -and he hadn't even started doing anything yet. I couldn't hold it in any more, I moaned softly as his fingers started moving in and out of my very tight p*ssy. My walls wouldn't stop clutching on his fingers, and I love it.

' I thought to myself maybe she uses that word because she knew after that night, there was nothing left to be shy of, but then I thought again: I must have been overthinking it, maybe I simply look frightened. Nevertheless, I walk closer. The air feels different here, it is humid and sweet with the scent of flowers. There was a wooden bathtub with hot water in the middle of the room. The water steamed like a bowl of thin soup, but instead of having some carrot and cabbage inside, it had petals: roses, yellow, and red, floating around in the wooden bathtub. "Janne, Mary, help her to undress," she orders.

“I’m wet too.” “Take your panties off,” Sharon said, gazing at her damp panties with desire. Beth slid her own panties off, and the two women were finally bare together, their naked pussies exposed. “Ooh… your pussy is so pretty when it’s all wet like that.” Sharon’s eyes narrowed as she threw the sheets off her naked lower half.

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 .

"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

Soon, she felt a finger poking at her asshole, wet and slick, sinking in slowly before pumping in and out. "Damn, I thought her ass would be tight because she always acted like some sort of good girl... but it feels like she took a good fucking back here not long ago." The person who was fingering her ass announced. Her face flushed in embarrassment as one of the women tapped her ass. "Yep, of course it's loose. I caught her in the ladies' room yesterday, fucking herself with a strap-on she attached to the wall. Slut didn't even just lift up her shirt, she took off all her clothes. Even let me take pictures."

Her own reveal was soon to follow. Again, we had pretty much seen it all through her panties. Emma had a really nice snatch. Her pubes were trimmed down to almost a minimumÑprobably for all her sports stuff (my baby sis wasn't fucking. Was she?). Her labia were pretty and plump with a bit of an oversized clit (it must run in the family) that hung down lazily between her little lippies. It was also juicy as all hellÑbig droplets of thick, clear fluid soaked her pubes, ran down her legs and dripped onto the floor. Her legs were practically shiny with it. Poor girl, her panties hadn't been covering her up, so much as stanching her flow. Now she was just dripping everywhere. She did her best to

Finally, I called security to drag her out of my office. She almost left behind her panties as the security was dragging her out of my office, good thing I remembered it on time, because I wouldn't want to mistakenly find myself in any scandal. When I picked up her panties with a pencil (because I was not touching that), I made the mistake of catching a whiff. The bitch wasn’t lying when she said she was wet. What kind of lunatic gets aroused during an interview?! The worst part is that she had the audacity to even tell me how wet she was.

My panties were already sticking to me. I tried to focus. I really did. But every time I crossed my legs I remembered how they held me open on the table. How they took turns. How they filled me until cum was dripping down my thighs and onto the expensive carpet. My panties were already soaked by eleven. I could feel the wet spot spreading. I kept pressing my thighs together under the desk, trying to get some relief, but it only made it worse. By lunch I couldn’t take it anymore.