Women Wetting Panties Novels & Stories

This was over. Instead, to my shock, my demure wife reached under her polka dot dress and pulled off her panties. They were white, cute, and cotton. She dropped them on the floor, then slid her dress back far enough so she could reach her own sex. No one could see anything private, only a bit of tan leg. But for Ariana it was scandalous.

The dress pools at my feet, leaving me naked except for a tiny pair of white panties already soaked through. Jason groans at the sight. He lifts me onto the kitchen counter, his mouth immediately latching onto one of my breasts. His tongue swirls around my nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing just enough to make me cry out. Feeling so sensitive, he moves to the other, sucking greedily, one hand kneading the soft flesh while the other slips between my legs, pushing my panties aside. “So fucking wet,” he mutters against my skin. I’m already moaning too loud. Embarrassingly loud.

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.

"I bet your pussy is already wet for me. Tell me the truth." I look around. Some colleagues are talking nearby. A few men glance at my chest when they think I am not looking. I feel naughty and excited. "Yes," I admit. "I am wet." Ryan smiles and slides his hand under the back of my dress. His fingers touch my bare ass. I did not wear panties either. He asked me not to. His middle finger finds my wet slit from behind and rubs it gently. I almost drop my glass. Pleasure shoots through me.

Her voice dropped into a dangerous tone“Or I’ll rip them off myself and shove them down your throat while I beat your ass purple.” My hands shook as I reached under my skirt. I put my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties and peeled it down my legs. I stepped out of them and held the soaked panties in my fist. Lila extended her hand,“Give them to me.” I hesitated only a second before placing the dripping panties in her hand. She lifted them to her nose, inhaled deeply, and let out a moan. “Mmm. So fucking soaked again. You really are a whore, aren’t you?”

I whisper as I sink my fingers into my thighs to stop making from doing something stupid but all it takes is another moan from James before I find my hand sneaking through my shorts. I press my palm against the thin material of my panties and it’s so freaking drenched. Am I… God, I can’t believe I’m turned on just by listening to James moans. As if that isn’t pathetic enough, I can’t seem to control myself as I shift my panties to the side and run a finger down my wetness. I continue to listen like the freak I just turned out to be. “Up. “ There’s the sounds of them changing movements and silence… and then.

Her nipples rubbed against the mattress and she groaned with pent-up need. She flipped herself over again and slid her hand down her body and into her cotton panties. She was wet, her panties soaked through. God! That man! She ran her fingers over her wet sex and closed her eyes. He had kissed her last night, but he had cut it off when she would have deepened it. She had wanted to drag him up to her apartment and do wicked things to him but he had kissed her and said good night. They had made plans for two days’ time, but Peyton didn’t think she could wait that long.

she whines, bringing my hand from her cheek down to her pussy. There’s a significant wet spot on her underwear that I can feel through her pants. I begin to undo her zipper, freeing her from the confines of her clothes and revealing just how aroused she’s been this whole morning. It’s been far too long since I’ve been with a woman who gets as wet as Vera does, and I’ve hardly even touched her. I can’t imagine how wet she’d be if I started to eat her pussy. I bet her arousal would be running down her legs like a rotten peach.

Droplets ran down my face and began to dampen the carpet. The woman laughed before making herself look respectable and picking up her wine bar flute. Two ladies took their turn next. A small crowd had gathered around and were watching whilst sipping on their white wine. Mrs Jones was keeping a keen eye on all of the proceedings. The pee fell on me like rain pattering down on my chest. Mrs Jones bent down and ripped open the remains of my outfit. My breasts were exposed to the room. There was a slight murmur of appreciation as my body wet tits glistened in the light. My tits wobbled as I adjusted myself on the wet sticky carpet. She placed her fingers on my cunt and began to play. The crowd a

My gaze wandered from her face to her breasts and then to her thick, black curly triangle. Before she went into the shower, she threw her panties in the laundry basket and then sat down on the toilet. Even when she peed, I watched her with fascination. When she was done, she spread her legs seductively and wiped her pussy dry with toilet paper. She threw the paper into the toilet, got up and flushed. One last time I saw her great ass and then she disappeared in the shower cabin. After a few minutes she came out again, dried herself and then put on red panties that were cut just as tight as the one that had landed in the laundry basket just before.