F/m Wedgie Stories Novels & Stories

The shame hit right after orgasm but the money in my account overshadowed any guilt I felt at that moment. I streamed three more times that week. Each one grew and by the fourth night, I had low lights and my favorite toy slick with lube on the nightstand and Regular47 was there every time, tipping bigger and typing what I craved to hear. “Spread wider for me, Velvet. Let me see that pretty cunt drip.” And I obeyed, knees falling onto the sheets and the camera angled so they could watch my finger glide through my folds. I was soaked, and the wet sounds filled the quiet room. My clit throbbed under my thumb while I pushed two fingers inside curling them to my satisfaction.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

Rather, he encourages it by saying, “I’ll be going out tonight. Try not to break anything while you two are going at it.” “Ah!” I yell out loud, placing my hands over my ears. “Nope! I don’t hear either of you!” I call out, singing loudly so that I drown out their words as I make my way over to the lounge. “Not a word. Can’t hear anything!” I continue, though my flustered reaction only causes the two to laugh more. “You have a feisty one on your hands there,” Bucky chimes to Jay with delight sparkling in his eyes. “I never tire of the werewolf’s mating rituals, especially when the female likes to deny she feels anything for her mate. They all give up in the end, though.”

" Funny thing is that I've known him long enough to know that he has insecurity issues and they were amplified when his now ex-girlfriend cheated on him with his sister's husband which is messed up on so many levels because if that had happened to me I would be confused and I would be questioning my decision making using the background check and Garrett and Garrett is working with Michelangelo's aunt . " " That woman is sick in the head and I know for a fact that she hires people who as crazy as she is so give me a favor and have you got up because she has a habit of taking the people that are closest to the people that he's targeting also she might have people watching us but I doubt that s

Zoe continued, "I only missed the wedding because Jaiden was ill. I didn't show up because it was an emergency." Jaiden stepped in front of me, cutting off my exit. "Please don't be mad at Zoe, Waylon. It's my own fault for being so sickly and ruining your wedding…" Upon hearing that, Zoe laughed mockingly at me. "I never realized that you were so petty, Waylon. It's just a wedding ceremony; it's not like we're legally married. Do you really have to conspire with your father to withdraw capital from Sutherland Group just to make me give in?"

I whispered, but my hips lifted when his hand brushed my thigh. He chuckled darkly and opened the drawer again, pulling out a thick black dildo and a bottle of lube. "We're going to find out exactly how much you crave it." He slicked the toy and pressed it against my hole without warning. I gasped as he pushed it in, stretching me open in one slow, relentless slide. "Fuck…Damien…it's too big…" "You took my cock twice today. You'll take this." He twisted it deeper, eyes locked on my face. "Tell me how it feels."

Barry quickly explained, "Well, that's because we weren't planning on having one. But when I posted something related to our relationship yesterday, I mentioned that it'd be our first wedding anniversary today. "A friend of mine sent me a private message out of nowhere, saying that the first wedding anniversary should be celebrated with a party. He said he'd previously consulted with a fortune teller who claimed that holding a grand celebration on the first anniversary would help solidify a couple's relationship, so I put this together in a rush." Stephanie whispered to Adrian, "I previously heard that the Freemans are rather superstitious and genuinely believe such things." From the way Bar

"Kaelith, hurry in. I can’t wait to know the results." "Same here, same here." Their gazes stripped over me nakedly, as if they wanted to tear my clothes off on the spot. Rage and humiliation surged through me. However, I couldn’t react. I had to endure. An hour later, the results came out. As expected, Cassian’s friends hid in the stairwell, buzzing with excitement. "Three. It really is three." "I won, hahaha! Everyone owes me $50 million. Pay up!" "Three babies… Kaelith really does have incredible fertility."

“Very happy. You were so fucking wet when Jake slid in first. I could hear how sloppy your cunt was from across the room. Then when I pushed in right after him… fuck, the way you moaned our names. ‘Don’t stop, I need you both deeper.’ Greedy as always.” I swallowed hard, thighs clenching as we wandered toward the main music pavilion. The memory made a fresh heat pool low in my belly. I could almost feel Jake’s thick cock filling me while Alex gripped my hips from behind, both of them moving in that dirty rhythm that made me lose my mind. “You two are trouble. I have photos to take for a couple magazine spreads. This fair could lead to bigger gigs if I nail the vibe.

I left the club on shaky legs, cum still leaking into my underwear, fresh bite marks on my neck, and blood smears on my skin. I had gone looking for a story about underground fighting. Instead, I had become the fighter’s personal cumdump. And tomorrow night, I would be back in that cage, bent over and begging for more.