Novel & Cerita I Am Wet

“I can feel how wet you are. I want to hear you say it.” “Yes,” I whimpered. “Yes, Azeem. I'm so fucking wet for you.” His grip tightened. “Show me,” he whispered. “Show me how wet.” I didn't hesitate. My hand slid down my body, past my stomach, past the hem of my sundress. I pushed my fingers past the waistband of my undies to the slick heat waiting there. My cunt was dripping, swollen, and aching. I pulled my hand back out and pressed my wet fingers against his lips.

Ezekiel: So you’re naked right now? Me: Yeah. Ezekiel: Touch yourself and tell me if you’re wet already. I swallowed hard, feeling incredibly shy but unbearably turned on. I slowly slid my hand down between my thighs. The moment my fingers brushed against my folds, I realized just how soaked I was. A soft gasp escaped me. Me: I am so fucking wet right now. I gasped again after sending it. Oh goodness. I actually used the word “fucking.” I rolled my eyes at myself, laughing nervously under my breath.

"You are absolutely drenched." "Getting caught does that to me," I panted, my voice ragged and desperate as I ground down harder on his hand, chasing that filthy friction like a bitch in heat. My pussy was already soaked, dripping for him, and the risk of it all. Anyone could look up, anyone with binoculars could see me spread wide like a desperate slut, fucking myself on his fingers right out in the open.

My underwear was dark with wetness, the fabric clinging to my skin. My breath hitched. Mine.

My eyes fluttered shut, my lips parting. He pulled back, brows furrowing. “What’s wrong?” I looked up at him through heavy, drunken eyes, and before I could stop myself, the words tumbled out. “Orrin, I think I’m wet.”

I wish I was there to lick you off. BESTIE : Okay, touch yourself baby. Me : Okay. BESTIE : Are you touching yourself? ME: Yes. BESTIE: Good girl. BESTIE: Tell me what you're feeling. ME: Wet. ME: So wet for you. BESTIE: Where are you touching? ME: Just… outside. ME: Circling. BESTIE: Slower or faster? ME: Slow. ME: Like you do. BESTIE: I love the way you feel when you're slow. The way you arch into my hand. The way you beg for more.

Then somewhat more urgently, “Is yours…wet too?” “Yeah, it really is.” Here is what amazed me. When I whispered back that I was really wet, I felt myself get wetter as I was speaking. “Is talking about this making you wetter?” I asked. “I think I’ve been like this since this afternoon.” She hissed back, “But in reply to your question, talking about it is definitely making me wetter.” A minute or two passed and then working up my courage I asked, “Heather?” “Yeah?”

“You’re killing the vibe.” “What vibe? I thought I was doing a pretty good job,” I say, glancing at my soaked cock, evidence of Ava’s pleasure. I wipe the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. There’s nothing I can do about the sweat dripping down my abs. We’re wet. We’re supposed to be.

It nearly has mе ѕсrеаmіng, bеggіng him to plunge dеереr, and іn mу fаntаѕу hе іgnоrеѕ me аnd kеерѕ gоіng. I lеаvе thе shower runnіng аnd ореn the glаѕѕ dооr. I ѕрrеаd a fresh towel on thе floor and lay my wet body on it. I’m ѕорріng wеt, writhing аrоund, moaning and раntіng wіth hоw сlоѕе I am tо exploding.

I could already feel myself getting wet, and if I was that wet, no doubt he could smell it. Gosh! This is embarrassing.