Dry Humping Stories Novels & Stories

“No one wants your cock as bad as I do. No one is this wet for you. Look how fucking soaked I am. Please… Matt… fuck me harder. Make me cum all over you. Fill me up until I can’t think straight.” I was panting now, fingers slamming in and out of my dripping pussy with brutal force, the slick sounds growing louder and wetter, filling the entire room. My hips rolled desperately against my hand, grinding my clit against my palm, chasing every bit of friction I could get. I curled my fingers inside myself, hitting that perfect spot over and over, making my thighs shake uncontrollably.

Fortunately though, he thought it was caused by something else. “You like that don’t you Beauty?” he mumbled into my skin. He thinks I groaned out of pleasure. Maybe that’s a good thing, maybe I can work with that. I have a plan. A dumb, gross, horrible plan. But it’s still a plan. “Galterio” I moaned, putting on the most erotic, sex filled voice I could muster. It worked. He growled sensually and shifted so that his whole body was now hovering over me. He used his knees to part my legs and lowered himself between them. He pushed his hips forward, pressing his erection into my groin. Thank fuck for the clothing between us. My insides were spinning, I could taste the bile in the back of my th

I squeezed the flesh in my hands even as her lips trailed over mine, words whispering across my face. I took her mouth then, done with the teasing. My hands clamped on her ass, pushing her firmer against my crotch. There were too many layers to get proper friction and I growled, wondering why I kept dry humping women these days. Unlike my feisty tigress, this one was entirely willing.

Sex induced labor, and if there was anything I wanted in me before the painful labor, it was his dick. Christian breathed as his fingers now moved between my wet folds carefully, and it is here that I realized maybe fantasies do come true, as one of mine was happening: my husband's brother fingering me as Christian now pushed aside my folds before slipping his thick middle finger in me, earning him a moan as fire ignited through my body.

I rolled my fingers around by nipples before squeezing them hard, loving the tingles of pain that shot through me. Not enough. I wanted more. More friction. More tingles. I laid flat on the bed, spreading my legs so that my pussy was in contact with the bed spread and had some friction on it. Then I began to dry hump on it, moving my upper body up and down. “Oh, god,” I groaned, rubbing myself vigorously against the spread, “oh, I don't think I can stop.” As if in disagreement, the door flew open and a strange individual walked in almost immediately, not giving me the chance to rearrange myself or my expression.

She suddenly opened her eyes, awakened by the activity of my hands, and before shock and surprise could register in her consciousness, I waved my hand on her face, freezing her on the spot. I quickly removed my pants and her pajamas, leaving our underwear on. I straddled her and wrapped her legs around my hips. As soon as my dick made contact with her softness, I lost all semblance of sanity. All the pent-up emotion I feel came out like a raging flood, and since I can't bring myself to penetrate her without her consent, I just continue dry humping on her center, ramming my throbbing dick into her core faster and harder, imagining my steel rod inside her, exploring her silky wall. I lost myse

He pressed his mouth on mine and started thrusting his hips back and forth hitting me on my throbbing core. He groans as I grinded my pussy against his cock, creating a heated friction. We started dry humping each other. While his hands squeezed my ass making me moan loudly. I pressed my lips on the crook of his neck and sucked on it, gently nibbling, making him groan hotly. I slid my hands under his shirt, and glided them on his hard stomach and drag them up, twirling those pointed stones, between my fingers. A deep grunt reverberated through his chest, resonating in room.

The first touch was electric. Two thick fingers rubbed slow, firm circles over my swollen, aching nub, spreading my dripping juices all over my pussy. I bit my lip hard to stifle the moan that tried to escape, my body trembling on his lap. I was so wet that his fingers glided easily, the slick sounds almost lost under the music. “Oh God…” I whimpered quietly, my hips instinctively rolling against his hand, grinding my clit harder into his fingers. Damon’s breath was hot on my neck as he pressed his middle finger down and slipped it inside my tight, dripping hole.

He slowly begins to move, and his member which feels long and thick rubs against my now-wet pantie. " Is this what you'd imagined I was doing to you...or..." he pauses. His movement starts to become more powerful and faster, as he presses his dick harder against me. My senses were completely lost, as all I could focus on was him and what he is doing or saying. The momentum of our dry humping began moving my entire bed, which just made it so much hotter. "...or were you imaging me fucking your tight wet pussy?" he growled in my ear as if trying to suppress his wolf from doing what he had said.

a whimper escaped Hosun's pretty mouth when his hard cock, now sensitive to touch, rubbed roughly against Yoonjin's own through their tight pants. Hosun bit his lip and continued to grind while Yoonjin gripped his waist firmly, guiding him and helping Hosun grind better. This had nothing to do with a lap dance. It'd turned into sex with clothes. It'd turned into dry humping. And both were shamelessly enjoying it. Low moans now frequently left Yoonjin's mouth while softer moans and whimpers escaped, Hosun's. "Fuck..." Hosun gasped, grinding almost aggressively.