Bbw Wet Novels & Stories

The risk only made my cock harder. Me: Touch yourself right now, Beverley. Slide two fingers inside that soaked cunt and tell me how wet you are for me. Describe it. I waited, my hand moving steadily up and down my thick length, smearing the precum down the shaft. The room was quiet except for Bianca’s soft breathing and the faint, obscene sound of my fist working my cock. Beverley: I’m so wet… my fingers are sliding in so easily. It’s embarrassing how much I’m dripping.

I winked and stepped back. My clothes fell off my body one piece at a time until nothing remained. His eyes dragged over every inch of skin as though he could devour me by sight alone. I sat on the edge of the table and spread my stance right in front of him and slid my middle finger between my already slick vulva, pushing it deep then dragging it out so he could watch the stretch and the shine. “You want this pussy so bad?” “Yes, Mommy, feed your cunt to me.” I worked myself harder circling the swollen bud with my thumb while the fingers pumped, giving him a great show. His cock lengthened and thickened under the open air, his hips tilted upward on their accord as pure want flooded his face

“Josh used to do that for me. I guess I could just go get a Brazilian done.” I couldn’t stop staring at her pussy. “Don’t do that. I like your little vee, it’s unique. It seems like all girls are going bare now.” “Really? You think it’s cool?” “Oh yeah, you know, if you want, I could trim it up for you.”

He was sucking the mess off me like he was trying to pull the milk out, his tongue scrubbing violently against my sensitive skin. "Mmmph," he groaned against me, the vibration traveling through my whole body. He pulled off with a wet pop, his lips were wet and shiny. "So dirty," he panted, his hand squeezing my other breast, smearing the wetness around. "You're letting your brother clean up Dad's slop, Elara. You're just lying there, letting me suck it off." He dove back in. He was noisy and intentional. He wanted me to hear how wet it was.

*** The monster roared, spraying the mannish woman’s insides with its frothy seed. Sydney wailed in agony, felt the burning spread within her. The Reverend crumpled to the floor naked, spent. He kneeled before her wide-open legs as if in worship. Syd began to crawl away, sliding down the three-step riser painfully, dragging herself on elbows and knees under Christ’s woeful gaze. Something trickled between her thighs and Sydney’s inquisitive fingers came away with bright blood upon them. She sobbed as she clambered along on her belly.

Surprisingly, Ashley felt herself getting wet as she groaned lowly, offering her other breast. Becca whimpered when Ashley groped her breast, squeezing them lightly. Ashely moaned in satisfaction at how soft and big they were in her hands, just as she had imagined them to be. “Fuck,” Becca whispered out as she reached her hands down to Ashley’s center and found a pool in between her legs. Ashley gasped, staying still as Becca stroked her heat slowly. “You’re so fuckin wet. Why don’t we take this upstairs” Becca proposed with a groan.

Kasunod no'n ay parang bata siyang binuhat at pina-upo sa kandungan nito. Tila uhaw na uhaw ang lalaki sa kanyang dibdib na kahit may suot pa siyang brassiere ay patuloy pa rin ang labi nito sa pagpapaulan ng halik. Ramdam niya ang pagkabuhay ng init nito sa katawan dahil sa umbok sa pagitan ng hita, kung saan siya naka-upo. Pag-unhook ng suot na bra ang sunod na ginawa nito at dahan-dahang ibinaba ang strap habang hindi inilalayo ang mata sa kanyang katawan.

He curled his tongue around her nipples, each one in turn. Her panties were now soaked. His expert fingers went down her back, lifting her slightly, and her internal dichotomy throbbed when it was touched. “Was she too wet? Would he get turned off because of this?” She thought; she didn’t want him to stop. But on finding her so wet, Mr. Lanre went into a rave; it seemed he like that she was so turned on, so wet.

I want to see how wet you are. I reached down, my fingers trembling as I gripped the hem of the white dress. Slowly, agonizingly, I hiked it up, exposing my bare hips and the damp, glistening slit of my pussy. I wasn't wearing any panties... I never did for Big Daddy. I reached down, sliding two fingers into my folds, the wetness making a loud, squelching sound that echoed through the stream. "Mmmph... I'm so soaked," I moaned, my hips beginning to buck instinctively. "I've been thinking about you all day, Big Daddy. I'm such a mess for you."

She bit her lip. “Did you do it, honey?” Brent asked. “Uhm.” Beverley nodded in embarrassment. “Yours must be wet. I want to lick it.” Beverley rubbed the surface of her pussy, then hissed softly. “It’s already wet,” she whispered shyly. “Open your legs, Baby. Your clit is already swollen.” Those vulgar words made the passion in Beverley’s body rise. She opened her legs until her entire pussy was exposed to the air. She stroked her already swollen and wet clitoris.