Dry Humping Stories Novels & Stories

I argued, struggling against his tight clutch. "Keep fighting me and I'll bend you over the wall and fuck the life out of you!" his voice came out breathless and demanding. I felt it then. The hardness of his length pressed firmly my ass... As though to prove his point, he grinded his erection against my ass, basically dry humping me through the materials of his clothes, since I practically wasn't wearing anything beneath his shirt. One of his fingers slid into my mound, parting my folds aside so his fingers could stroke my now swollen nub.

I yelped. “Count,” he growled. “One,” I gasped. Another slap—left cheek this time, harder. My skin burned. “Two.” He kept going, five on each side, until my ass was glowing red, throbbing, every smack making my pussy clench and leak more. Then he lined up and slammed in with no warning, no lube beyond my own wetness and spit. He buried himself to the hilt in one violent thrust. I screamed into the cushion, hands clawing at the fabric, back bowing.

I pull my dress up till it is bunched around my waist, and impatiently, I start dry humping him, the bulge in his pants is impressive, huge and straining and I grind against it, my underwear soaking wet from the delicious friction. "Really? You have not been able to fuck anyone else?" I look into his eyes as I flex my hips on top of him. Liquid fire spreads from the point of contact, up to my brain. It is intoxicating. I understand how people get addicted to anything. How could you not when one hit feels like this?

I thought he was just going to kiss me until he moved, lying above me, and started to grind his hips against my pubic area. "Immooo…." I moaned in delight as he sent pleasure throughout my entire body. He had ruined the word ‘thank you’ for me because I would choose this way of giving thanks rather than just words. I didn’t have to touch or see to know how wet I was because of his hard manhood against my core above my night suit, obviously. He started dry humping on her, and I swear it felt so good. Maybe that wasn’t the only reason. I was enjoying how his mouth was against mine and his hand was kneading the breasts above my t-shirt like dough.

It seemed to be begging for attention, almost as if it wanted to be touched. Alex sighed deeply, his eyes locked onto me with an intense gaze. I could feel his anticipation, knowing he expected me to do something more. Instead of what he was anticipating, I decided to surprise him. After removing my shorts but leaving my underwear on, I positioned myself over his erection. Slowly, I began to dry hump him, feeling the heat between us grow. “For goodness sake, Kyrie,” Alex breathed, his voice catching as I moved forward and back. I closed my eyes, savoring the warm sensation spreading through me.

“Well, maybe Mom can find a way to snuggle up against that big boner of yours until we get to the campsite. Would you like that?” Tate nodded again, his cock throbbing painfully. “We could have a nice, private dry-fuck underneath a blanket,” she whispered. “Do you know what that is?” “Not really,” he admitted, voice muffled. “It’s when two people go through all the motions of hot, passionate intercourse, but with their clothes still on, so a guy’s dick doesn’t get soaking wet right away. That’s why they call it a DRY fuck,” she explained patiently, her fingers gently stroking his hair as she held him between her thighs. “But don’t worry, darling… there will be plenty of time for the real, we

I'm getting drunk with his wet kisses and hot touches! "Hmm?" Kadmiel's lips traced my sharp jaw. I bit my lips when I couldn't finally help but grind on top of him. Kadmiel held my hips and glared at me. "Stop." "Just at least allow me to dry hump! You started this." I groaned in so much annoyance. He's been telling me that we can't but he still touches and kisses me sensually! "Damn it," he cursed under his breath as he pulled me for a kiss. He kissed me hungrily while his right hand continued doing wonders inside my shirt. I also continued dry humping on top of him.

He moaned out a sexy, predatory sound that made her almost have a pre-come. He lifted her other leg so she used her initiative to wrap both legs tightly around him. After many rounds of dry humping, and gulping each other's breath, he gently dropped her to the ground without letting go completely. His hand turns her over and bent her in a doggy way placing his erected dragon between her tits, bubbles of ecstasy flowed through her vein and lumped out in her throat, shifting any sounds that would escape her mouth as he moved his hands expertly beneath her skirts, touching and stroking all the right parts of her horny pot, without pulling her panties.

He cupped my ass, squeezing the flesh hard enough to make me gasp. I couldn't help it. I began dry humping him shamelessly, rolling my hips in slow, desperate circles, feeling every inch of his hard cock straining against his pants, the fabric rough against my sensitive folds. "Dimitri... fuck, I need you," I breathed, my voice shaky. His hands gripped my waist, guiding my movements. He thrust up to meet me, the chair creaking under us. The heat built fast and it was messy and intense. My wetness soaked through my dress and his pants, creating a slick slide that had us both panting.

He puts his head between my tits, grabs my ass, and pulls me back and forth over his dick. I am so fond of doing dry humping this morning, so I decided to play along. I grab his horns and rub my already-wet pussy on his cock. Dark's cock is so hard that it is so close to getting through his pants and ripping them, just to get inside my pussy. I keep rubbing back and forth, faster and faster, until his dick makes a hole through his pants. I pull my thongs to one side, so his dick can slide in deep inside me.