Dripping Wet Novels & Stories

My seed dripped out as I pulled back. Leaked from her ruined little pussy in slow, creamy streams. Thick. Milky trails of cum spilling from her ruined little pussy like honey sliding down warm skin. Her cunt was gaping. Used. Red. So fucking wet it glistened under the bedroom light like it was still begging for more. And I stared. Jaw clenched. Cock twitching. Because nothing..nothing..looked more perfect than that. My cum sliding down her slit. Pooling in the crease between her thighs.

Chapter 32 - Fight Colette Drip. Drip. Drip. My eyes felt leaden as I slowly came too. The smell of mould and damp soil assaulted my nose, sending a wave of nausea through me. Drip. Drip. Drip. I wrinkled my brow as I tried to pinpoint the direction of where the water was dripping. Everything hurt, and I felt so exhausted, the wolfsbane slowly killing me. I knew any more of it in my system would be the cause of my demise. And maybe Maverick realized that too because I knew from whatever amount he gave me, it didn't put me out as long as the first dose did.

At once. Hot release floods me—down my throat, filling my cunt, stuffing my ass. Cum spurts over my tits, across my face, pooling in my palm, dripping down my tongue. I’m overflowing, drowning in them. I gag and swallow, my body shaking, orgasms tearing through me again and again. Cum gushes out of me in messy streams, slicking my thighs, painting my skin, dripping from my lips. ****** My legs wobble as I climb the stairs. My body is dripping, aching, stretched in ways that’ll keep me sore for days. Cum leaks down my thighs, cooling against my skin, but I don’t care. I’m smiling.

crack “You weren’t what? Enjoying yourself in my wife’s gown? Stealing from her closet? Making yourself wet in my bed?” Tears pricked my eyes. But my body betrayed me, pressing back into his hand, begging silently for more. “Filthy little maid,” he rasped. His fingers slipped between my thighs now, finding the slick proof of my guilt. He groaned, low and guttural. “God, you’re soaked.” I whimpered, shamed by the sound of his fingers gliding through me, wetter with every stroke.

The wet, *plap-plap-plap* sounds filled the office. Sophie sobbed loudly into the cushion, tears soaking the leather as her body was rocked forward with each brutal thrust. Her young ass jiggled beautifully every time his hips slammed against her. Alexander reached forward and wrapped her long hair around his fist, yanking her head back so he could hear her cries better. “Fuck, your pussy is gripping me like a vice,” he groaned. “Even when you’re crying, you’re getting wetter for me.”

“I want to pee.” Mom nodded. “Go ahead.” “Wait…” Mom stopped me in my track. “What’s that dampness on your skirt?” She asked, her eyes raking over me, suspiciously. Oh, no. Did Mommy find out. I gripped the edge of my skirt tightly. “I…wa—ter, Uhmm Da—da—ddy knows why,” I stuttered, turning to Daddy, blinking my eyes rapidly. “Ah, yes. She accidentally spilled water on herself. It’s her first time drinking, she might be tipsy.” Samuel muttered, looking at me.

Thick, white ropes of cum immediately begin to overflow from her pussy, dripping heavily down my sweatpants and puddling on the floor alongside her juices. I slowly slide her down the wall, my cock pulling out with a loud, wet pop. A massive, thick stream of mixed cum and squirt instantly gushes out of her stretched center, running down her inner thighs in thick, shiny rivers. Chloe sinks to her knees on the floor, her chest heaving rapidly as she looks up at me through her messy hair, her face completely flushed and a dark, wicked smile on her swollen lips. I look down at her, my softening cock still dripping a final drop of cum onto her collarbone.

growled dirty. Dropped wet kisses on neck, buried face between thighs bent over counter. Tongue battled core, sucking. Intoxicated; grasped breast, moaned hushed. "Ahhh... don't stop... here?" Wide quiet scream. Saliva sprinkled, mouthed pussy, sucked. "Oh yea... ageeeeghhhh... hhhh." Fluid more, fingers through two pounding rough. "Harder... harder brother's fingers!" Arched subtle. Deeper pumps. "Aaaaaaa..... hhhhh!" Muffled climax, he licked clean.

“You’re gonna be addicted, trust me.” I already was. While one cock hammered my pussy, another rubbed my clit in tight circles, hitting that spot that made my toes curl. “Oh fuck yes!” I screamed. Then he pulled out and another dick took his place. I watched every second on the screen, the sight of all those hard cocks waiting their turn was what made me wettest. They kept rotating. One after another. By the time seven guys had used me I’d already squirted all over the bench. Twenty-three more still waited and the thought made me cry out in the hottest way possible.