Women Wetting Panties Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I wanted to keep it as it was. He smirked and his thumb went up to trace my lips. I closed my eyes, my lips parting a little to relish the little butterflies he gave me. Though, there were more than butterflies pooling down my waist. After we broke the kiss, I had to discard my pantie in the bathroom because it was soaking wet. I would wash it later. There were the housemaids who did the washing, but I did not like someone washing my pantie. Especially when it had my wet climax lingering on it. That was gross. If I was a maid, I would regret my life decision.

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.

"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.

Matteo took her wet panties and held them up to his nose. He inhaled her wet panties, trying to scent her arousal. The aroma was divine and extremely stimulating. He could feel his cock firming up and expanding in his pants. "I really love the color of your panties Princess... Brown….my favorite" he sniffed in. "And it smell so good, Princess." Matteo hummed as he sniffed, admiring her naked body on the bed. He moved her panties from his nose to his lips, kissing them before licking the wet spot in her panties.

I kicked them off, leaving me in just my thin, soaked camisole and a pair of simple cotton panties. He let out a low whistle. “Look at that. Already soaked for me. You really are a little slut, aren’t you?” He reached out and hooked a finger into the crotch of my panties, pulling the fabric aside. The cool air hit my bare, wet folds, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped my lips. He ran a single finger slowly up my slit, gathering my wetness on his fingertip. He brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply.

I am missing Adams. "Ah ..." I opened my mouth to release my weak voice. I lifted my legs even more and I could feel my wet panties. I looked at it and when I saw how sticky my panties were, my nipple also hardened so I immediately took off my bra. I took the round little vibrator out of the drawer then tucked it into my panties.

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.