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The concrete bites into my skin, cold and unforgiving, and she circles around to face me. Her silk robe hangs open now, revealing a black lace bra that barely contains her perfect tits and matching panties that are... Fucking soaked. The black lace is nearly transparent with wetness, clinging to her pussy lips, and I can see the outline of her swollen clit straining against the fabric. "Oh my God." I start laughing, delighted. "Look at you. Your cunt is absolutely dripping. Does slapping naked pledges around always make your panties this wet, or am I just that fucking special?"

One guy helped, his fingers brushing my shoulder, sending a spark through me. In just bra and panties, I spun slowly. Their praise“Nice ass,” “Awesome little titties,” “Super abs”made me wet. I was starting to enjoy the attention. Then someone called for the bra. Bill nodded. I hesitated, but a hand unsnapped it. I clutched it to my chest, then let it fall. My nipples hardened under their stares. “Awesome tits… nice nipples…” I spun again, lost in their words. My panties were soaked. Jeff noticed: “Her panties are all wet..she’s enjoying this.”

I even felt something warm oozing out of me. They saw it all, and it was utterly embarrassing. Wilson turned to the others. "She's soaking wet. There's no point holding back now. Let's do it together!" "Okay." As soon as they said that, they tore my underwear away and forced my legs wider. I was on the verge of tears, my voice breaking as I begged, "N-No… Please don't. There are four of you. It'll hurt…" Wilson pulled off his belt and snapped it hard against my butt. The sting made me flinch violently, though I couldn't help but want more.

I was named Bianca Hartley, and from a young age, I knew I was different from other women. Not only was I well-endowed, but my desire for the opposite sex was several times stronger than that of the average person. Ever since I was a child, I loved exploring the mysteries of the body. While bathing, I would lie flat on the floor like a frog, rubbing my private parts against the damp tiles. As I grew older, things spiraled out of control, and I suffered daily from the torment of an insatiable thirst. In the beginning, my husband was able to satisfy me. However, over time, he lost his edge and couldn't get it up anymore.

I was already wet for them now I have completely soaked my panties. I pull my arms from Axel as he unbuckles my bra and Rowdy takes it off and throws it behind him. I have no idea where it goes. I couldn’t give a shit. Right now the house could be on fire and I wouldn't care. Rowdy wraps his lips around the other nipple and sucks it to a peak. One of them pushes my dress to the floor and I step out of it. I'm standing in just my wet black lace panties and shoes and they still have their clothes on. Now I’m a bit nervous. I want to wrap my arms around my stomach to hide it. I'm not a small girl by any means.

A while later, she slid her hand in between her thighs and felt the wetness pooling there. "Oh no… why this again..? Now look at the panties I changed, not quite long." Wearing a deep frown, she pounded her tight fist against her thigh. Running her hands through the sticky wetness brought a twist to her face. "That man…" Scrambling to her feet, she rummaged through a drawer next to the sofa. "Great! No more panties left because of these crazy steamy… and kind of sexy dreams!" Later still, stuffed grumbles fell out of her mouth in a heap, on the sink filled with wet panties that needed washing. Shaking her head, she yanked down that one on her, kicking it off.

“Same sex?!” Another high-profile influencer cried out in surprise, “You mean, he’s a woman?!” “That’s impossible! Absolutely impossible!” Sally teared up as she looked at Maria and pointed at me. “Chris, it has to be you! You must have bribed her! You refuse to take responsibility for our baby! You don’t want to marry me! You’d rather change your sex just to stage something like this! How could you be so heartless?!” I wore a cold smirk as I watched her accuse me hysterically.

"If I hadn't ducked into the laundry room I would probably have been grounded all summer, instead of just two weeks. "Let's do it again." Jan suggested. "Skinny dipping? Now? In the day-time?" was the best reply I could muster. "Sure, why not?" She reached down below the surface of the water, coming up with her wet panties. She waved them above her head, and tossed them to the side of the pool. "C'mon, the big college boys aren't shy, are they?" She reached behind her and pulled off her top, exposing her small boobs capped with large swollen nipples which seemed completely out of place on her. The nipples and aureole, the way they were now, nearly doubled the size of her tiny knockers. I'd n

She screamed into the pillow to muffle the sound, but at the same time, she forced a pee in her pants. “What the hell?” She muttered. Feeling the wetness in her panties as she trotted to the bathroom, she locked herself in. Her office pants were the first to hit the floor, then her thong followed, then she opened her thighs to check the source of the wetness. To her dismay, milky liquid formed irregular lines as they trickled down her inner thighs.

Wetness fills my folds and seep onto my silky panties. I don’t know why I even wore them today, but for some odd reason I couldn’t bring myself to put on men’s boxers today. Memories of Zack’s large bulge pressing against my butt send another wave of pleasure pulsing through my body. My hips rock in sync with his swaying body while he rubs his shaft against me. The only barrier between us is the thin layers of our underwear’s fabric. My mind stops for only a second when I realize I was wearing a pair of women’s silky lace panties.