روايات وقصص ضمن Women Wetting Panties

Susan wore simple cotton panties, white and virginal, a stark contrast to the raw desire that now consumed her. Kayla’s fingers, hot and insistent, hooked into the waistband of Susan’s panties, pulling them down slowly, deliberately. Susan watched, mesmerized, as the fabric slid down her thighs, revealing the dark, moist triangle between her legs. A sweet, musky scent, uniquely female, filled the air. “God, you’re already so wet for me, aren’t you?” Kayla’s voice was a low growl, her eyes devouring the sight. She leaned in, her nose brushing against Susan’s pussy, inhaling deeply. “Mmm, smells so good. So sweet.”

"She left her wet panties and took his briefs -- the ones he put on just before bed. She went back to her room and masturbated, cumming over and over, her son's briefs pressed to her nose." "What happened?" I asked. That day, I had found her wet panties when I'd woken up. I'd had them against my face as I'd edged for almost an hour, finally releasing the largest ejaculation I'd ever had onto the gusset of those panties, which I'd then put on the top of my dirty laundry. I leaned forward in the chair and picked up my mother's red panties. "Did they have sex? Did everything go wrong?" I was sitting in that chair on our deck, in full view of our incestuous neighbors, slowly stroking my cock wit

So I decided to do it with my fingers, but when I got close enough to the fabric of her panties and realized they were wet, she stood up, pulling her dress down. "Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom," she said, turning her back to me. I wanted to follow her and show her that she couldn't flirt with another man in front of me, but it was impossible with everyone aware of our involvement. Finding out that she was wet didn't help my state either.

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.

“Show me that virgin pussy, baby.” I obeyed, cheeks burning with shame and arousal. My thighs parted slowly, knees bending, until I was open for him—for all of them. Cool air kissed my overheated skin, and I could feel how soaked I was. The thin fabric of my panties clung to me, translucent with my wetness, the outline of my swollen lips and the dark little patch of hair clearly visible. I knew every man in the room could see it. The thought made me clench, another rush of slick heat flooding out of me.

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

I whispered under my breath, grabbing the counter for balance. I wiped myself with shaking hands, but it was useless. I was still wet. Still leaking. My inner thighs were glossy. My scent filled the room like heat. Damon. His name pulsed through my chest again. I bent quickly, grabbed the ruined panties from the floor, stared at the soaked fabric for a second, then shoved them into the trash like they were evidence. Another knock. Louder this time. “You dead in there or just drowning in your own cum?” one of the girls laughed from outside.

I did so without question. A lady with a posh white dress came over. She dropped her knickers to the floor and stepped out of them. She then proceeded to stand over me her legs spread wide over my face. I clearly see her cunt which was bald and completely shaven. Her pussy was tight and perfectly formed. She hoisted up her dress and then relieved herself. The droplets of pee landed on my face. It certainly smelt and tasted different like a bad white wine. I licked my lips. Droplets ran down my face and began to dampen the carpet. The woman laughed before making herself look respectable and picking up her wine. Two ladies took their turn next. A small crowd had gathered around and were watchi

Hair in a low, messy knot, strands escaping like she’s already been fucked. She doesn’t wear panties. She promised. She writes “Crashaw – The Weeper” on the board. Bends just enough to write low. The skirt rides up in back. Jesus Christ. A flash of bare skin. The lower curve of her ass. The shadowed split between her cheeks. No fabric. Nothing. Just her. My cock floods instantly, thickening so fast it aches. Pre-cum beads and soaks straight through the sweatpants in seconds, a dark circle spreading at the tip.

His voice was cold as ice and when he picked up my pantie from the floor, I froze, my face flushing red with embarrassment. "Give back that! What right do you have to touch my underwear!" I yelled, trying to reach for it but the motherfucker was taller. "Hmm….." he hummed, sliding his fingertips along the soaked fabric, "G-string? our dear nerdy wears sexy panties too? Hmm, interesting. But why is it so wet, who made you cum this much?" I twisted my face in pure disgust when he brought it close to his nose and took a long sniff. "Wow….such depraved scent…."