I Am Wet Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lexi's POV “Oh yeah…Fuck yes,” I moan softly from the sweet pressure of my middle finger circling and teasing my clit under the water. My pretty cunt is wet and ready as I slide my fingers back and forth over it through my bikini. My pussy clenches with want, needing to be stretched and stuffed full with cock, unfortunately, no one is here to make my dreams come true.

"Tell me how fucking wet you are right now. Tell me your fingers are sliding in and out of that sloppy cunt right now. Tell me how much you want me." There was a wet, obscene sound on her side — the unmistakable noise of her fingers pumping into her soaked pussy. The sound was clear through the thin wall. Loud. Desperate. Real. "I'm… I'm dripping," she whispered, embarrassed and horny as hell. Her voice was shaking. "I can't stop… I've never been this wet… I'm soaking the sheets… my fingers can barely keep up…"

Seducing Stepfather. KIRA'S fingers delved deeper, finding the slickness already coating her. Her breath hitched, a small, wet sound swallowed by the quiet apartment. She arched her back slightly against the rough fabric of the couch, eyes fixed on the door, a silent countdown ticking inside her. Each stroke of her middle finger against her clit sent a shiver through her, a needy tremor that settled low in her belly. She imagined him, the heavy thud of his boots on the stairs, the jingle of keys. Her clit throbbed, a demanding pulse mirroring the anticipation that coiled tight in her gut. She was wet, so wet, a warm, insistent dampness spreading between her legs.

I tilt my head. “Can you take me home now?” she whispers. “That depends. Are you wet? Do you need me to take care of you?” There are beads of sweat on her forehead, so I know she has been horny for most of the session. She looks me straight in the eye, “You know very well that I am wet. Now, I would appreciate if you would take me home.” I raise a brow at her demand, “Wow, and here I thought you would want me to relieve you of your unpleasant state.”

Miss Amy called, her eyes taking in my drenched body. “miss Amy,” I greeting, giving her a small wave. Water poodle formed around my feet. “why are you wet?” Miss Amy asked. I imagined the disappointed look on her face if I told her I had left my duty to swim around with Alaric. “I, I,” I stammered, feeling lost for words. “Go get dried up,” she said, dismissing me from her presence. I nodded, quickly running towards the direction of my room. “whew, that was a close one,” blowing out a sigh of relief.

I saw the strange face very clearly reflected in the mirror. Even though I was hesitant, I moved closer to the mirror to confirm my vision. I wiped more dew on the mirror and brought my face closer to it. This time, it was my own face reflected in the mirror. I was utterly alone, and there was no one else around me. "Am I still dreaming?" This morning, I woke up with a wet body covered in sweat. I walked lazily to the bathroom. My whole body hurts. I'm standing in front of the mirror with a wet face and bangs covering my eyes. I cupped water from the tap and repeatedly washed it over my face.

Water pours down in thousands of warm drops; they drop by my side as I lean against the cool tiled wall. The steamy waters sensations make my surroundings look like a foggy illusion, almost thick enough to the point where it is hard to breathe. My knees threaten to buckle. My hair sticks to my face and neck like wet clothing as my hands glide down my cheeks. "Everything is alright," I mumble to myself. "She was just a mean little girl who wanted to hurt you because she was hurting herself."

I want to see how wet you are. I reached down, my fingers trembling as I gripped the hem of the white dress. Slowly, agonizingly, I hiked it up, exposing my bare hips and the damp, glistening slit of my pussy. I wasn't wearing any panties... I never did for Big Daddy. I reached down, sliding two fingers into my folds, the wetness making a loud, squelching sound that echoed through the stream. "Mmmph... I'm so soaked," I moaned, my hips beginning to buck instinctively. "I've been thinking about you all day, Big Daddy. I'm such a mess for you."

My skin…feels hot despite the wetness from the rain. “No…no way.” I hiss through gritted teeth as weakness spreads through my limbs and a hushed sensitivity works its way against my skin. Heat…am going into heat now?

She lifted her chin and motioned for me to join her. I stripped off my T-shirt, tossed it aside, and dove straight in, swimming over until I was right in front of her. “Damn, you look sexy dripping wet,” I growled, pulling her close again. “I like you even more when you are wet, baby.” Her lips curved into a wicked smile. “Well, maybe later you can make me dripping wet in another way.” “Maybe?” I let out a dark laugh. “There is no maybe about it, sweetheart. I will have you soaked later, that is a promise.” I sealed the words with a rough kiss, one that left her clinging to me like she had no strength left.