Women Wetting Panties Novels & Stories

Already aroused, that German voice in her head kicked Sabrina's libido up to a thirteen on a ten point scale. Her playmates in easy reach, she wiggled out of her jeans. She sighed, wondering how long the wet spot had been showing on her crotch. Hopefully she'd not been walking around with it at work. She mopped herself with her panties and tossed them in the hamper thinking she'd need to do the wash tomorrow because she was going through underwear at an alarming rate. She was still wet, because the panty bath hadn't done any good.

She could feel herself growing wetter with each passing second, her arousal soaking through her panties. She spread her legs wider, silently begging for his touch. The tension coiled in her body was unbearable, a spring wound so tight it threatened to snap. She knew that even the briefest contact with her clit would shatter her completely. Her panties were already soaked, clinging to her swollen flesh, the evidence of her desperate arousal.

"I see, sweetie. That does seem to be a problem. Can you show Daddy exactly where it is that you get wet?" Maddy stands and pushes down her shorts, stepping out of them. Her pink panties cling tightly to her pussy mound. She slides a hand between the gap in her thighs, rubbing a finger back and forth across her gash. "Right here Daddy. This is where my panties get wet." "Take them off, Baby. Daddy wants to see."

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.

She gave herself a little time for her breathing to recover and then lifted her tiny skirt to show us her white underwear. "See the wet patch, Frankie?" "Yes, mum." "Have a feel and see how wet you made me," she encouraged. My trembling hands touched her panties and they got wetter as I rubbed her pussy through them. Mum moaned and drew our attention to her ever expanding wet patch,. "When I wear white panties you can really see my pussy leaking," she whimpered. I rubbed her pussy some more and then smelt my fingers and popped them into my mouth. Mum leant over and kissed me full on the lips, her breathing was getting heavy again.

Beverley bit her lip when Brent’s hand rubbed her panties. “You’re wet, baby,” he whispered contentedly. She couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Brent’s hand pressed against her clit from outside her panties. She immediately gripped the man’s thighs. “Brent, I’m afraid I’ll squirt here,” she hissed worriedly. The man kissed her cheek gently. “I’ll take responsibility.” Beverley wore cotton shorts, which made it easier for Brent to go further. His fingers slipped inside her panties. He finally touched her wet pussy.

Then I knelt on the cracked paving stones, rolled up my sleeves, and started scrubbing with a heavy grunt. I was still washing when the back door creaked open. Avery sauntered over with a nasty little smile playing on her lips. She had a pair of black satin panties in her hand, and with a flick of her wrist she threw them. They landed on the heap of clothes. "Wash them," she ordered, then turned around immediately. I picked up the panties between my thumb and forefinger. The crotch was crusty with dried discharge. My stomach turned and burned at the same time.

That’s right, the stream was still ongoing! Laughing at the outcome, London pulled herself up and checked the chat from where she was. The prepared panty came in handy as a rag as she wiped whatever fluid that remained in her stocking and tossed it at the camera with an exceptional aim. The panty covered the lens, blocking her viewers from seeing her as Queenie rolled the chair over, careful not to reveal anything behind the chair as she spoke into the mic. “ASMR experience for those of you who nutted now that my wet panties are covering the camera. How many of you would buy from Wanda’s?”

"...you're getting with women, you don't need to..." I reached her panties, feeling her open her legs. "I am..." My cock was already hard, spilling out of her, while she, wetting the fabric of her panties. "...but..." "Don't forget that mine..." I stuck my fingers in her opening, seeing her gasp. "Ah! Damn it! Why are you doing this?"

Alina pov I knelt patiently outside his office door, sitting back on my heels, wearing nothing but the delicate red lace panties I had bought just for him. The waiting was torture. The air smelt like the thick scent of arousal. Mr Parker ordered yesterday not to wash my pussy. The dried remains of my cum still clung on my skin, making it unbearable to control my desire. I had worn the same panties all night, touching myself again and again thinking about his long hard dick, that was going to get buried deep inside me.