Panties Pussy Rubbing: Exclusive Must-Have Guide

So the panties pussy rubbing thing started because she was just lounging around in this soft cotton pair, and honestly I wasn’t even supposed to be watching, but she caught me glancing and just smiled, slow and knowing, and that was it. She didn’t take them off—that’s the whole point, right?—she just pressed her palm flat against the fabric and started moving in these lazy circles, and from where I sat you could see the cotton going dark and damp, clinging to her. She kept it going for a while, shifting her hips, sometimes using two fingers, sometimes just the heel of her hand, and every so often she’d pull the waistband up tight so the cloth pressed right against her clit, and her breath would catch. I remember she talked a little, low and teasing, like she was putting on a show just for me, but it never felt fake—more like she was enjoying being watched, which made it worse for me in the best way. Eventually she hooked a thumb under the edge and pulled them aside just enough, and the rest was fast and messy in the best sense, all heat and wet and her muffled sounds. Afterwards she just laughed, tossed the ruined panties at me, and said I owed her a new pair.