Dry Humping Stories Novels & Stories

I think we were both becoming boring. I started watching p**n on the nights that my husband was out of town, after putting the baby to sleep. I watched every type of p**n I could find, but my favorites were wives getting knocked up by strangers. I also found erotic story websites and couldn't keep out of the slut and hot wife sections. I found that after living the life that these stories portrayed, I would get very wet and have to go to my room and take care of myself. After a while, the videos began occupying my dreams. One morning I woke up after a crazy sexy dream and texted my husband.

I slide the hand that's placed on his chest down until I grip the appendage between his legs firmly in my hands and once I do, he groans against my lips. I start to run my hand wrapped around him up and down in a slow fashion to make him sweat. He pulls away from the kiss, leaning back to watch me work his body in a way that I've never done before. The most I'd ever gone with a guy besides Archie was dry-humping in my bedroom and pulling away moments before we got caught because his mom was there to pick him up, but with Archie, it was like he showed me a whole new world.

I say, burying my hand in his hair and urging him to lift his head. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you,” he says, grinning like the cat that got the cream. Look at him, taking every chance to push his agenda. I pull him down to me and kiss him, our tongues rubbing against each other. Both his legs are now between mine and he grinds his erection down on me through my pyjama shorts. He starts off slow but gradually picks up pace until he’s full-on dry humping me. “Jude,” I moan his name as the pleasure gets overwhelming. It just keeps rising and rising and it feels so good but it feels like I’ll die if I don’t get a release soon.

Our lungs were suffering due to depletion of oxygen and my hands grabbed her head so that our breaths touched one another. "Why don't we try having a dry hump?" I said huskily, as I saw her eyes widen for a moment. I wanted to fuck her so hard that she would not be able to walk through out this week but then our plan was for each of us to take turn in pleasuring her before we could come together and take her as one.

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.

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.

His large hand streamed pleasurable electricity through my body by simply supporting my bare ass. The haze of mate-bond kicked out all the restraints of decency from my head, my soaking wet panties gave me the required friction as I rubbed my mewling core over his hot hardness, dry humping him. Vincent immediately started swaying his pelvis to match the rhythm I was setting, driving me nuts. I moaned loudly at the brief contact his crotch made with my clit, building delicious pressure in my lower belly. This vigorous rubbing quickly pushed me to the edge.

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.

My mouth moves in rhythm of his, the burning desire between us fueled the fire and I’m melting inside his embrace and by his kisses. I moaned more when he grind his hips against me and made me feel the hardness of his steel-rod cock pulsating inside his pants. The friction it did to my core was convulsing that I quiver in each grind, mirroring the movement, following to where this takes us. I never thought that dry humping will make me crazy like this. It’s too much and I started to wonder how it will feel if we’re actually doing it. Damn. I heard a ripping sound and breaking to the kiss to look down, my shirt has been torn in half. Jacob groaned his apologies because burying his head on my