I don't think you realize what your panties look like when I take them off of you. The wet patch that's been spreading all day while you walked around pretending everything was fine. You've gotten so used to being soaked for me that you've stopped registering it as anything special. I think you actually believe you're holding it together.
That's why I'm stuffing them into your mouth. Don't look at me like that. This is for your own good.
I need you to taste what you've been sitting in all day. That slick patch you've been ignoring. I want it on your tongue, sinking into it, so you can finally understand what your body has been doing while you were busy keeping up appearances. I want you to lie there with your jaw stretched around the lace and breathe through your nose and really sit with the fact that this is what you taste like when you need me this badly. You didn't even know.
And then I'll guide my cock into you while your mouth is still full.
I want to fuck you while you taste yourself. I want every thrust to push a muffled little sound out of you that gets caught in the fabric and comes out as nothing. I want you biting down on your own soaked panties every time I bottom out, fresh wet flooding your tongue, reminding you. You can't moan. You can't beg. You can't tell me how good it feels. All you can do is drool and look up at me with glassy eyes while I hold this pace. Slow. Deep. Feeling you squeeze around my cock while your mouth is full of proof that you were ready for this before I even touched you.
And you're going to get wetter. Obviously. You're going to soak my cock while you drool through your panties. Leaking from both ends for me. I'll feel it every time I push in, how much slicker you're getting, your pussy making a mess of both of us. I'll keep you pinned right here between the taste of your own need and the feeling of me feeding it. Stoking it higher on purpose. Every stroke reminding you of the reality you tried to file away.
When I eventually pull your panties out of your mouth they'll be heavy with spit and you'll gulp air like you forgot how to breathe. And while you're still catching your breath I'll slide a fresh pair up your legs and press my fingers against the outline of your swollen clit until the new ones are just as ruined as the first. Getting you ready for next time. Because we're going to keep doing this until you stop being able to ignore how desperate you are. Until you feel yourself getting wet during the day and the first thing that hits you is the taste of the last pair I fed you.