Women With Wet Panties Novels & Stories

I muttered and she stood to her feet. I peered into one of the rooms and I was greeted by the sight of a rope-bound woman with her legs spread as two men took turns in licking what was left of her genitals. The semi in my pants raged closer to a full hard-on, and I clenched my teeth as we got to the suite I paid for after requesting for a young girl in her early twenties, with brown hair, perky breasts, pink nipples, heart-shaped butt, and a little bit of an attitude.

“She is dripping all over this dryer. You walked in here with soaked panties and now you are leaking down the side of the machine.” Cole groaned and pushed deeper. “Open your throat. You have been walking past our door with that quiet face for weeks and now you get to choke on it while he ruins that pussy.” I tried to say something and it just came out as a wet moan around Cole’s cock. My hands were grabbing at Jace’s arms, not pushing him off, just holding on while they used both holes. My shorts were still bunched at one ankle. My panties were shoved to the side and soaked through.

“Having him inside you. Was it everything you fantasized about when you were moaning his name in your bedroom?” My face burned. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Maya’s eyes dropped to my mouth, then lower, to the place between my legs like she could still see the evidence. “You’re still wet,” she said quietly. “I can tell.” Dominic made a rough sound in his throat. “Maya. Stop.” She didn’t even glance at him.

He personally shopped for me. He got me sexy lingerie and I wear them every night, but then he doesn’t touch me. It makes me wonder why he got them for me in the first place. I pull my panties down my legs. I know he can see how wet they are. I don’t know why I get so wet. Is this normal? My face heats. I soaked my panties through, and now I’m getting my thighs all wet, too. “Open your legs.” There’s a hard edge to his tone, one that only excites me more. “Now touch yourself.” It’s not a request but a command.

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?”

Upside down, I watch my heavily soaked panties. ‘Jeez, Pam!’ The same part of me tries to scold me but I’m beyond that. I shove my hand in and peel off my panties. The rich sight has me gasping. It’s incredibly wild watching the slimy cum drip from my wet pussy. It carelessly spills along my thighs. It leaves me curling my toes and hoping to fuck with you. ‘PAM!’ I swipe a pad-full and pull out. Finally standing upright, I stare at my coated finger.

He really enjoyed himself. Susan let out a breath as she realize just how soaked her pussy is. My panties are drenched. Fuck. She brush a lock of raven hair back behind her ear as she swallow weakly. Throwing the skirt off of her body, she stretch before getting up from the chair. Then she slide her soaked panties down her legs. Once she toss the dirty underwear into the air, she head to the bed and dig out her new dildo.

"As you wish, your majesty." Today, she wore a purple lace panty which was already soaking wet when I removed it. Unlike other girls, her hygiene was top tier. It matters and it's never embarrassing to let the partner know they have bad hygiene. (Like honestly if they stink it's not pretty sex lmao)

The position left her waist directly at my eye level, and with her spread legs and how non-existent her skirt was, I could see a dark, wet spot right in the center of her crimson panties. "It was just like this," she said, as she brought two of her fingers between her legs and began rubbing that spot. Zoey's eyes closed as her breathing picked up, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her fingers and how the wet patch was slowly getting larger. "What were you doing as you imagined this?" she asked, eyes still closed.

I whispered under my breath, grabbing the counter for balance. I wiped myself with shaking hands, but it was useless. I was still wet. Still leaking. My inner thighs were glossy. My scent filled the room like heat. Damon. His name pulsed through my chest again. I bent quickly, grabbed the ruined panties from the floor, stared at the soaked fabric for a second, then shoved them into the trash like they were evidence. Another knock. Louder this time. “You dead in there or just drowning in your own cum?” one of the girls laughed from outside.