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Meanwhile, my body was screaming because Aiden’s fingers kept slipping higher, brushing over the lace of my panties. I was already wet—embarrassingly so. It wasn’t like the shameless scenes around us made it any better. While I tried my best to follow the conversation happening around me, it became harder and harder with all the shameless scenes happening around us. A woman two couches away was riding another man reverse cowgirl, different from the first man she had been with. She moaned loudly as another man kissed her neck. In the shadows, two men were locked together, one fucking the other’s mouth while people watched casually.

Leave your panties at home. I was in a deposition at 10 AM—some bullshit merger dispute—and I couldn't focus on a single word being said. All I could think about was sitting across from Ryan with my bare pussy exposed under the table. About his fingers sliding up my thigh. About him testing me to see if I'd actually obeyed. God, I'm such a slut. The thought made me wetter. By the time I got back to my office, my panties were soaked through. I took them off in the bathroom, shoved them in my purse, and put on the dress I'd brought—a simple black wrap dress that tied at the waist. Easy access.

He rubbed it until he saw a wet spot on it. She was feeling something strange when he rubbed her from her panties. She can feel the wetness on her panties and get embarrassed. Oh God, what's happening with her body. He grabbed the hem of her panties and removed it from her body and threw it. He looked at her in disbelief. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was the definition of perfection. A handful of boobs, narrow waist, wide hips, and a perfect pussy. He stared at her cleaned shaved pussy which she covered immediately when she saw him staring.

I am so horny that it hurts. "You can have me too, but do you know that they both came inside me? It's still in me. Probably in my womb. And, my panties are a mess." "Then take your panties off." "Stop it." "Really, take your panties off and give them to me." "Okay, but I will probably get it done to me again with this short skirt and no panties underneath.' Rachel stepped out of her shoes. She looked me in the eye as she lifted her skirt to reach for the waist band of her panties. She pulled them to her knees and stopped. I could see that they had cum in her. Then she pulled them back up.

I lifted my hips off the bed, and he hooked his fingers fully into the waistband. Both hands. Gripping it carefully and he pulled my shorts down slowly. Teasingly, and revealing me inch by inch. My panties was there. White cotton. Simple, and very Innocent-looking. Except they weren't innocent anymore. They were soaked. The fabric between my legs was dark with wetness, and it was transparent, and clinging to every fold of my pussy. The outline of my lips was very visible, and the swell of my mound. Everything.

Mildred laughed and said, “She peed her pants.” Sure enough when Michelle came back in the whole front of her blue jeans was wet but she didn’t seem to notice or care. The wine had finally gotten to her and to Mildred too. I watched as Michelle said that it was hot in the cabin and then slithered out of her wet jeans and threw off her shirt. She sat down in her bra and panties. Her wet panties allowed me to see the fancy hair cut on her pussy. It was just a landing strip above her slit. She sat very unlady like with her legs spread. The wet panties were plastered against her pussy outline and I finally saw my first camel toe that all the boys talked about, but I actually saw one, they hadn’t

“I’m wet too.” “Take your panties off,” Sharon said, gazing at her damp panties with desire. Beth slid her own panties off and the two women were finally bare together, naked pussies exposed. “Ooh...your pussy is so pretty when it’s all wet like that.” Sharon’s eyes narrowed and she threw the sheets off her naked lower half. The sensation in Beth’s pussy went into overdrive as she watched her sexy friend masturbate. Her fingers slid into the wet slit and came out dripping with juices and her moans and squeals were so incredibly sexy.

I fell hard into a pile of sharp gravel. The impact lacerated my palm, blood oozing from my bone-baring cut. I fixed my gaze on Jack Campton, yet all I saw in his eyes was annoyance. "Oh, no, Willow! You're bleeding! You're not going to get tetanus or something, are you?" Dakota Sweeney covered her mouth in exaggerated shock, but her eyes gleamed with poorly hidden delight. "What a pity. I just used the alcohol pads to wipe the mud off my shoes."

“You are pathetic.” 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.”

The wet spot on my panties is obvious now. “You need this so badly,” Vanessa purrs, voice thick with satisfaction. “Look at you, already falling apart for us on your first day. Such a needy little housewife.” The words should humiliate me. Instead they make me throb harder. They keep touching me—fingers circling my clit over my panties, mouths and hands on my tits, whispers of how pretty I am, how wet, how perfect for them—until I’m trembling on the edge, right there in my own living room in the middle of the afternoon.