I Am Wet Novels & Stories

Mia's brother, drunk in my bathroom, made it hotter, tension coiling tight like a spring. He couldn't hold back. Hands gripped my hips firm, spinning me to face the mirror, body pinning mine from behind. "Need this... need you," he growled, yanking my shorts down in a rough slide, cool air hitting my bare ass and slick folds. His own shorts shoved low, cock springing free, hot, veined, the head nudging between my cheeks. He rubbed frantic now, sliding along my wetness, teasing the entrance without entering, the friction making us both shudder.

I let out a shallow cry, as I gripped the sheet underneath me. Wet sounds filled the room—sounds of his tongue sucking and mopping my pussy, and the rough moan that tore out of my throat.

There's no point in also walking over the clean floors with muddy shoes. "Honey, I'm home," I murmur low as I kick off my wet converse and watch them bounce on the floor, leaving wet marks over the wooden floor. My hair was dripping, and my clothes stuck to my skin. The suctioning sound, whenever I tried to pull it away from me, was funny. I jump right away into my shower, hot water calms the trembling lip, and I walk out to a steamed bathroom and condensed mirror. It was only five in the afternoon, but with the sky closing up, it was late, day turning into night.

"Tell me, now." "You," I whimper, my pussy so wet I can feel my panties are soaked between my thighs. "I want you, sir."

All I want to do is have a cold shower and sleep off. And maybe never wake up. After slipping out of my shirt, a familiar rosy scent wafts through my nostrils. That scent belongs to only one person, and the thought of them makes my jaws clench. I glance over my shoulders, spotting a feminine figure leaning over my door. Her blue eyes look lost, like they're searching for comfort in mine. “What the fuck do you want now?” I snap, zipping my pants, though my upper body is naked. “Listen, we have to fix this…I know, I haven't talked to you in days but–”

"Look how wet her cunt is for us." I was soaked. My pussy clenched and unclenched around nothing, thick ropes of wetness gushing out of me, running down my ass, dripping onto Korr's chest. The smell of my own arousal flooded the room—musky, sweet, desperate. My clit throbbed, twitching with every heartbeat, the sensitive bud peeking out from between my soaked folds.

"In my drawers?" I rub the back of my neck, wondering how I'm going to explain myself out of this one. "I was waiting in here for you to get back." "You're wet Akara, is everything okay?" he asks, noticing my damp clothes that are finally starting to dry, my hair stuck in thick clumps, still dripping. Another aspect of this that I cannot explain so easily. "No, not exactly," I say uneasily, looking down at myself. "I was out in the rain."

the woman asks as she smiles and scans my whole appearance. I smile at her then hug myself since I am just wearing a thin pink t-shirt, skinny jeans, and sneakers. My hairs are hanging on my sides and are wet since the rain is still dropping so I look more like Anna than Zam with my makeup washed off and my hair messy and wet on my sides. I really hope they will let me in.

I melt in his hands as he fingers me till all I feel is him. ~~~~ And I wake up to an empty bed. I am wet. Dripping wet down there.

While thinking about her after 5 mints he feels something..... When he realised what he was feeling he says what the hell.... Why l m getting wet thinking about her.... No man no what was that.... I see many girls but l didn't get this kind of feeling before.... What the hell girl you made ibrahim khan wet.... He goes towards bathroom and take a shower.... After coming from shower he lay down in bed and blushes..... Girl what u r doing to me saying this he close his eyes and sleep me? Saying