I Gave My Fuck Buddy Some Dripping Wet Panties!

I Gave My Fuck Buddy Some Dripping Wet Panties!

Little did I know that my evening would entail dripping wet panties…

Here I was, bored, wearing nothing but a sexy bra and some black panties, when the phone rang. With a yawn, I reached over and glanced at the screen. It was Chris, my fuck buddy. A naughty smile played on my lips as I answered.

“Hey, stranger,” I purred into the phone, already imagining his reaction to my sultry greeting.

I could picture him lying in his bed, his hard body naked under the sheets, and my pussy began to throb. “Well?” I teased, running my fingers through my blonde hair, letting the locks fall over my ample cleavage. “What’s on your mind, Chris?”

He let out a low chuckle, and I could almost see his mischievous grin.

“Carmen, I want you to make your panties wet for me. Really wet. I want to feel your juices soaking through the fabric when I touch myself later.”

Dripping wet panties. That’s what Chris wanted.

My heart skipped a beat. Just the words made me feel moist already.

“Touch yourself, baby,” he urged. “Slide your fingers in there and make yourself wet. I want to hear every detail.”

My fingers found the thin lace of my black panties, already damp with anticipation. I moaned softly as I brushed my sensitive clit, feeling the heat building between my thighs. Then I giggled at the thought of giving him a pair of my finest, dripping wet panties.

“I’m wearing my lacy black ones,” I whispered, my voice breathless. “They’re already getting wet just thinking about you.”

“Good girl,” he growled. “Now, slide your fingers inside, feel how tight you are.”

So I did as he instructed, my middle finger slipping easily through my slick folds. I was already so turned on – how many times would I be cumming tonight?

“Oh, fuck, Chris,” I gasped, my body arching as I penetrated myself. “I’m so wet, and I haven’t even started yet.”

“Now, rub your clit, tease yourself, but don’t you dare cum yet.”

Immediately I whimpered in frustration, my fingers obediently moving to my swollen bud. I circled it gently, teasing myself as he’d instructed, while my other hand cupped my heavy breast, pinching the sensitive nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

“You’re going to love my dirty panties,” I panted, my voice hoarse. “I’m so close already. Your voice is driving me crazy.”

“Get those panties dripping with your juices. Imagine me there, licking your pussy through the fabric, tasting your sweetness.”

Shortly after his words sent me over the edge. I cried out his name as my orgasm crashed over me, my body trembling as I came hard, my  horny wet pussy clenching around my fingers. I kept rubbing, prolonging the pleasure, as my juices flowed freely, drenching my dripping wet panties even more.

“Fuck, Carmen, that’s it,” he groaned. “Keep going, cum again, and again. I want those panties soaked.”

Wow, I just couldn’t believe how responsive my body was to his commands. I rode the waves of pleasure, cumming repeatedly, each orgasm more intense than the last. My panties were indeed drenched, the lace clinging to my swollen lips, my juices dripping down my thighs. “I’m cumming so much, Chris,” I moaned, my voice raw.

“I’ve got dripping wet panties, I can feel them dripping.

Do you want me to take them off?” “Not yet, baby,” he rasped. “Keep playing with yourself. Use your dripping wet panties, rub your clit through them, and then squeeze them against your pussy, feel how wet they are.”

Right away I did as he said, bunching the wet fabric between my fingers and rubbing my throbbing clit through the lace. The sensation was incredible and I knew I needed more.

“Oh, God, Chris,” I gasped, my voice breaking shortly thereafter. “I can’t take much more. I need to cum again.”

“Cum for me, Carmen,” he urged. “Let me hear you scream. I want to imagine you cumming all over my cock, until your delicious juices drip down my shaft, right through your dripping wet panties.”

And at once his words pushed me over the edge once more. I screamed his name as another powerful orgasm ripped through me, my body convulsing as I squirted, my juices erupting in hot bursts, further dripping my panties.

“Yes, baby, that’s it,” he growled, and then his voice strained. “I can almost feel it here. I’m so hard for you, Carmen. I need to taste you, to smell your scent on these dripping wet panties.” Then I panted, my body spent, but still throbbing with desire. “I’ll bring them to you, Chris.

They’re so wet, I can’t even take them off without dripping everywhere.”

“Perfect,” he said, his voice hoarse with need. “I’ll be waiting. And when you get here, I’ll make you cum again, with my mouth and my cock, until you can’t remember your own name.”

With a final moan, I ended the call, my heart pounding. Then I looked down at my dripping wet panties and knew just how much more fun I’d be having tonight!

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