Dripping Wet Novels & Stories

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.

My forehead goes to the shower wall and the cold tile against my skin contrasts with the hot water running down my back and his cock filling me from behind and I am completely surrounded by sensation from every direction. He moves and starts fucking me. Deep slow strokes that he builds gradually, his hands finding the shower wall above mine, bracketing me, his chest against my back, his mouth at my neck and his cock driving into me from behind while the water comes down on us both. "You're so wet," he says against my ear. "And I can't even tell if it's the shower or your sweet cunt dripping on me." "Both," I gasp. "Both, Daddy..." "Yeah?" He drives in harder. "My sweet juicy whore. Dripping

Endless jets. Flooding her. Painting her walls. Overflowing instantly. Leaking out around his shaft in creamy white streams. Running down her crack. Soaking the couch arm. Dripping onto the rug below. He kept grinding. Slow. Deep. Milking every last drop inside her. When the last pulse faded he pulled out slowly. Cum poured from her gaping pussy in thick ropes. Puddled under her ass. Ran in rivers down her thighs. He stood over her. Cock still hard. Dripping.

She stood in wet and solid pants; tears stained her cheeks. she collapsed to the ground the rough cement cutting into her jeans her chest was tight her eyes wide as she looked around, she could only hear a drip of water slowly rhythmically dripping. Drip…drip…drip. The smell of urine and faeces filled her nose her mind swirled. She felt the sour burn as her stomach emptied its contents into the small space and her stomach lurched the muscles spasming.

Without another second of hesitation, I pushed open the door and walked into the unknown… “Daisy” This time it was a low baritone voice that sent shivers to my spine. “Gorgeous little thing” another said, emerging from the darkness with hungry lustful eyes. I felt a tingling sensation in my coochie. From nowhere, I felt a presence behind me, followed by a gentle graze of a finger on the back of my neck. I’m not kidding when I say I felt something slide down my thighs. Is it possible to be that wet….enough to make you drip?

His wet shoes squeaked on the wooden floor and he let out a louder loud groan. "Ugh! Can this day get any worse?" Onyx grumbled, his voice rumbling with irritation as he kicked off his shoes, sending droplets of water flying across the room. "This weather sucks!" He ran a hand through his damp hair, causing droplets of water to fall to the ground.

Against the liquids dripping out of it. My chest heaved. I clutched the pillow tight, pressed my thighs even tighter together. I wished I could pause the storm building instead of me until he returned. I lifted my head and spread my legs. Then I looked down at my pussy. My thighs were soaked. The sheets under me absorbed the gallons of slick dripping out of my cunt. I breathed and threw my head back on the pillow. Because I hated how those liquids were wasting. I wanted all of it on his cock.

Not even one, so knowing that an Alpha was looking out for me was too much for me and I couldn't quite take it. My eyes returned to the black witch in front of me when she spoke again. "As I said, we've been looking for you for months, it started when the intoxicating fragrance of Moon Drip once reached Alpha Baristo. He immediately ordered his wolves to find where it came from but we were disappointed because the smell suddenly disappeared. But Alpha Baristo was so persistent, so he mobilized even us witches to help in the search. And we were not mistaken that we could find you here. The Cohen who possesses the Moon Drip— the sacred power of the blue moon."

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. That was the sound that woke me up. The dripping of water into something like a metallic pan. I released a labored breath and then opened my heavy eyelids. The world was blurred for a few seconds until my vision cleared. My throat was very dry and I was in a lot of pain. I proceeded to get up from where I was lying but it was torture. I managed to do it though. I sat up and groaned as I study the room I was in.