Dripping Wet Novels & Stories

I was painfully hard, leaking steadily, my hole still slick and fluttering from earlier. Dex laid me down on the couch, spreading my legs wide open. He knelt between them, eyes dark with hunger as he looked at me — exposed, dripping, completely at his mercy. “You’re so wet already,” he murmured, running a finger along my rim. “Look at you… dripping for me.”

The bumpy sections of the road made me bounce and grind helplessly on him, my dripping wetness soaking straight through my thong and leaving dark wet spots on his lap. Fuck, I’m leaking all over him like a desperate little slut. But he didn’t say shit about it to anyone

Wet sounds filled the dark room. The orgasm hit me hard and fast. My whole body shook as muscle spasms rushed through my belly and legs. I squirted heavily, soaking the sheets beneath me. A loud moan came out of my throat and echoed off the walls. I lay there for minutes, breathing heavily as my heart beat wildly for the night to come

I hated that my brain immediately noticed things like that now. I reached for the handle carefully. My fingers trembled. Then I pulled the door open. Clothes. Shoes. Boxes. Nothing else. Relief hit me so suddenly my knees almost weakened. You’re losing it. That’s all this is. You’re scared and exhausted and— Something dripped onto my hand. I froze instantly. Slowly— Slowly— I looked up. A dark hoodie hung above me. Wet. Water dripped slowly from the sleeve. Drip.

Each drop was a tear. They emerged from the mist onto the shore of a lake. The water was perfectly still and black, like a sheet of obsidian. The mist hung over it like a shroud. And all around the edges of the lake, from the overhanging rocks and the weary branches of the trees, water dripped steadily into the stillness. Drip. Drip. Drip. This was the Weeping. The source of the valley’s sorrow. “The signal is coming from there,” Arin said, pointing to the center of the lake.

a dripping wet Dre growled as I heard the strong currents of the river flow just beside us. “I didn’t know that my head would act up again, ass head,” I indignantly said as I kicked away that hovering, rascally Beta of mine, away from me. He clearly looked shook and his breathy panting and gasping lips, like my coughing ones suggested that I had been at the receiving end of an emergency CPR. Great ! Just fucking great. Someone just fuck my life- which it already is. Ughh.

Squirting pooling under bench; cum flooding as bar bent. Laundry room inferno: Dryer max-spin, her bent over vibrating top, ass plugged with hose nozzle while pussy railed, water-pressure fantasy flooding bowels. Spanks synced spin-cycle thumps, welts vibrating alive. "Hydro-fuck....drown my orgasm!" Squirt mixed spray; load pressurized out. Every crevice re-conquered harder: Stairwell railings dented grip-fucks; linen closet shelves collapsed linen-avalanche mid-anal; thermostat ripped from wall choke-thrusts.

Heat flooded my face but I held my chin high, striding down the aisle past drooling frat boys who stared openly at my see-through shirt while Kai Voss added his piece from the projector cart. pushing glasses up with a finger while his eyes traced water droplets sliding down my neck into cleavage, voice casual but loaded. "You're lucky we're wrapping early tonight study group in my office after, all three of us, to address these consistent issues because we know that Brew Haven shift runs late, but extra credit won't earn itself standing there dripping on my floor." I dropped into the front seat, crossing my arms over my chest to hide the worst of the wet shirt show while they resumed their p

I was still pressed to the wall. My breath hadn’t come back. My legs were trembling. His cum was leaking out of me in slow, warm drips down my thighs, mixing with the rain that still poured around us. He held me there for a minute, forehead resting against mine, both of us soaked to the bone. Then he looked down. Watched it spill from between my thighs. His cock twitched at the sight. “You’re dripping,” he whispered, voice rough, wrecked. “Fucking dripping with me.”

I called his name amidst my whimpers while I wriggled as every single drop of my milky liquid left my cunt. "Yes baby... There, wet my fucking fingers. Drip for daddy and I'm going to lick your sweet cum off my fingers." I let out shaky breaths coming down from my high and enjoying Angel's dirty talks which he whispered in my ear while thrusting slowly in and out of my pussy.