I Am Wet の小説・ストーリー

How can a phrase so corny get to my tingling balls so much? “You are damn sopping wet, baby. Are you ready because it’s going to be a fucking wild ride?”

Outside, the relentless rain continues to pour, its rhythmic drumming against the cave's entrance blending with the crackling of the flames. Despite Ashton's injuries—his face pale and trembling—I'm grateful we managed to find refuge here, escaping the weather's fury. My damp dress clings uncomfortably to my skin, fabric soaked through from the rain, and I desperately try to wick away the moisture with my hands, hoping to dry it a bit more.

I have not been calculating. I'm about to move when I feel the wetness between my legs and liquid gushes out from my vagina. I squirm and I'm about to run out of the bed as I'm not wearing any underwear but just his shirt, when I realize that I'm not alone. Viktor is on the bed with me. He's lying on the bed and I'm on his bed. This is so fucking messed up. I'm stained. His bed is.

"Just like that." "Tell him you're wet," Echo whispers. "Tell him it's for him." "I'm so wet, Liam," I moan, staring at the pixels of his cock moving on my screen. "All for you." He groans, throwing his head back. "Mia... shit..." The blue light of the screen casts everything in a surreal, underwater glow. I feel detached, like I’m watching a movie of myself. But the sensation is visceral. My fingers are flying now, drumming a frantic rhythm against my clit.

Just enough to make the skirt ride up an inch. “Good.” I nodded once. “Now tell me the truth. No games. No bullshit. Are you wet right now?” Her face flamed. She looked away. “Eyes on me,” I said quietly. She dragged them back. Miserable. Turned on. “Yes,” she whispered. I exhaled through my nose, fighting the urge to close the distance and find out for myself. “How wet?” “Enough that… it’s uncomfortable.” Her voice cracked on the last word.

When she straddled it, I rubbed it back and forth through her folds, "You're really wet...drippy girl." She blushed, "I am a drippy girl...you know...I can't help it. I even get wet in class, if I happen to think about you...or sex with you." I grinned, "I love it...just means your horny...nothing wrong with wet and horny." She giggled with a sexy smile, "It's all your fault...you make me wet and horny."

Tell me what you are doing. "I am wet for you," I said aloud in the empty office, while sending the sharp image straight into his brain. I pushed two fingers through the thin fabric of my underwear, sliding them straight into my soaking, hot heat. A sharp, gasp broke from my mouth. My hips arched up off the leather armchair. My back bent tight, my full, bare breasts rising high as I stroked my wet folds in a slow, steady rhythm.

She pulled back and looked at me while I sobbed and said, “tell me sweetie pie, what the matter?” “I…i…I want to…” I explained while I was sobbing “it feels so good…but u wont let me…cum. But I really need to…my pussy I really wet and I need to…please let me cum” “that’s all I wanted to hear” she replied with a joyful smile “you can touch yourself, but count to 30 first”

crack “You weren’t what? Enjoying yourself in my wife’s gown? Stealing from her closet? Making yourself wet in my bed?” Tears pricked my eyes. But my body betrayed me, pressing back into his hand, begging silently for more. “Filthy little maid,” he rasped. His fingers slipped between my thighs now, finding the slick proof of my guilt. He groaned, low and guttural. “God, you’re soaked.” I whimpered, shamed by the sound of his fingers gliding through me, wetter with every stroke.

Then, he pulled away, the cold air hitting my wet skin like a slap. "Get dressed," he said, his voice back to its cool, detached tone, as if he hadn't just used me like an animal. "We’re leaving." He walked out of the stall, leaving me alone in the steam. I stood there for a long time, the water washing over me, the reality of my life settling back into place. My legs were shaking so badly I had to hold onto the soap dish just to stay upright. I was a uni student. I was a brother. I was a son.