Dripping Wet Novels & Stories

Consequently, the crew avoided the room when they were low, fearing infernal repercussion should they something at work. The room was barely big enough to store them and left little room for movement and Lloyd had to step cautiously in case he kicked one over. The smell of damp permeated every inch of the boards and encouraged the mould between the gaps. It reminded him of his grandfather's shed, full of use and good intention but left to wrack and ruin. He knelt down near the nearest bucket. The water looked murky ad it was with some disgust he pushed aside the thin film that had developed in the close quarters.

I felt both loads fill me, dripping out of me, leaking down my thighs and onto the sheets. I collapsed. Soaked in sweat and seed. And one of them leaned in close, kissed my neck, and whispered… “You’re not leaving this room dry for the next three days.” Fuck

"Tell me how fucking wet you are right now. Tell me your fingers are sliding in and out of that sloppy cunt right now. Tell me how much you want me." There was a wet, obscene sound on her side — the unmistakable noise of her fingers pumping into her soaked pussy. The sound was clear through the thin wall. Loud. Desperate. Real. "I'm… I'm dripping," she whispered, embarrassed and horny as hell. Her voice was shaking. "I can't stop… I've never been this wet… I'm soaking the sheets… my fingers can barely keep up…"

I knew without looking that there was probably a small wet spot on the carpet under me from how much I’d been dripping. Alex’s voice came from behind me again, low and rough. Alex’s voice came from behind me, low and rough. “Stand up, baby. Let me see you.” I pushed myself up on shaky legs. My knees felt weak and my dress was still bunched up around my waist from when I’d been on the floor. The back of it stayed flipped over my hips, so my bare ass and my dripping pussy were right there on display for all of them. I could feel everything — the cool air on my wet skin, the way my inner thighs were slick and shiny with my own juices, and the small wet spot on the carpet right where I’d been kn

Levi’s arms tightened around the warmth in his bosom, never wishing to let it go. So soft. So warm. So wet. Drip. Drop. Levi’s lips trembled. As the fog from his mind lifted, dread took its place. Rigidly he looked down. A fluffy head that he loved to pet was nestling under his neck. One lovely pale ear peeked from within the silky hair. Drip. Drop. From within the lovely little ear trickled a crimson stream, down the cute little earlobes, sliding all the way down to the tips of the silky hair. And then, it dripped down the slender white neck, all the way down until…

Rhea’s P‍OV The co‌ld d‌idn't jus‌t⁠ seep‍ into my⁠ skin, it ate into my bones. I woke up to th⁠‍e sickening,‌ rhythmic drip of wa‌ter s‍trik‌ing wet stone. ‘Drip. Drip‌. D‌rip.’

Sylvia's Pov(Dripping for My Neighbor). I walked back home from Sam’s place feeling like I was floating on air. My legs were still a little shaky, my pussy sore in the best way, and my whole body buzzed with satisfaction I hadn’t felt in years. I couldn’t stop smiling.

I huff and start off, cringing as she calls out, “Nice poncho!” Boiling over internally, I stomp halfway across campus tramping through puddles and slick mud in my sneakers as fat rain droplets fall onto my face. I arrive at the library, heave open the heavy door, and attempt to dry my shoes on a drenched mat before I pull down the hood of the black plastic cape. Water is dripping off of it and pooling at my feet. I can’t shake off the water like an umbrella, so in an absurd effort to keep it from continuously dripping, I take a couple of springy jumps onto the mat.

Didi’s nails scratched against the tile as she clung to him for dear life. Finally, with one deep, shaking lunge, they both hit the peak. Didi cried out, her voice echoing off the wet walls, as they clung to each other under the falling water. Her body went rigid, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist as she sobbed into his chest, her orgasm coming in long, pulsing waves that seemed to last forever.

“We can’t… we shouldn’t have—” The moment his cock slipped out of me with a wet, obscene sound, a gush of our combined juices spilled down my folds. I whimpered softly, my walls fluttering around nothing. I was soaked. Sloppy. Dripping. The insides of my thighs were shiny with it. Damien froze. I felt his cock twitch hard against my ass as he stared down at the mess. “Fuck… you’re still this wet?” His voice dropped even lower, almost angry at how turned on he was getting again. “Look at you. My cum’s leaking everywhere.”