I Am Wet Novels & Stories

i quickly said sorry and told him i brought his juice before leaving his room with my heart pounding in my chest and my pussy so wet that i can feel it dripping . I ran all the way to my room, i quickly lock the door before striping myself and rush to climb my bed, i laid on my back before i raise up my legs so i will be able to touch myself properly, i imagine my dad fingers in my pussy as i insert two of my fingers and begin's to fuck my self, imagine his long and straight fingers pleasure me till i scream his name,, "Ahhh..uhmmm"

“I um, thank you?” Z chuckles, “You are all wet.” “I uh, yeah…I was in the bath.” “I saw.” Oh my god I think I may just melt on this floor and die from embarrassment! What is wrong with me. I am a grown ass woman standing in front of my friend stuttering all over myself. The floor can just open up right now and swallow me whole. “I thought is was a safe picture, just my legs and my feet.” I say into the floor.

His lips returning to hers, took the words from her yet again. “Mia.” he circled the tip of his finger over the bundle of nerve with light touches. Her breath hitched, but she stayed silent. “Ask.” “Is it a bad thing to be wet?” she rushed through the words before they’ll get knocked out. Her cheeks burnt when his gaze lingered on her. A smirk came into his face, on a contrary, “It’s a great thing to be wet. It shows you want this too. It shows you want me.”

The wet squelch was obscene—loud, rhythmic, filthy. He came first. Buried to the root and roared, flooding me with hot, thick ropes that I felt splash deep inside. Pulse after pulse. My belly tightened with the pressure. When he finally pulled out, a gush followed—creamy white torrent spilling down my crack, pooling under my ass on the bench.

I am feeling refreshed now. "You were right, baby. After showering, I am feeling much better now." We come in front of the mirror in the washroom. It's showing our upper body parts. Iru is wiping out my hair and I am looking at her through the mirror. "Let's check if there is any hair dryer. It's quite cold to stay with wet hair. I heard about this. If it rains, Sylhet turns into cold weather like winter." She is talking and walking while holding my hand. Her childish nature will never leave her. It's not that I have any complaints. She finds a hair dryer in the cupboard drawer.

The Raid Year of the Lilies Torrid Season The River Kintil Isla I LAY STUNNED ON THE WET GROUND, my fingers are digging into the dirt, my hair and dress are plastered to my body and I'm sobbing; the salty tears roll down my cheeks and some seep into my mouth. I don't know how long I've been lying down here but I know that it's been long enough for the storm to be an ugly memory of a few moments ago. The soft wind that blows is icy and sends shivers down my spine.

I was already wet, my body responding to the familiar rush of performing. "Mmm, you want to know how wet I am?" I pulled my fingers out, holding them up to the camera, wet with my juices. I spread them apart, showing the thin, glistening strands of arousal connecting my fingers. "Soaked. Absolutely soaked for you." Holy fuck I can see how wet you are I want to taste you so bad You're making me so hard I let out a soft moan, my free hand coming up to cup my breast through the lace. I squeezed gently, rolling my nipple between my fingers, and the fabric grew damp with my wet fingers.

It felt like a leash, pulling me to him. Another half hour. Still nothing. I sent another: "I'm so wet, sir. Thinking of your cock." Bold, but true. My fingers hovered over the keys. The office buzzed around me, people talking, phones ringing. I felt apart from it all, trapped in this horny fog.

I bit my bottom lip trapping my rebuttal as I watched his back as he left, the door closing soundlessly behind him. “Okey-dokey” The heat swimming inside me had nothing to do with the hot water and everything to do with the man now in the other room. Better not keep him waiting long. I rise, moving too quickly in my hast I slip on the side of the tube, and the next thing I know I’m submerged. I push off sputtering and wiping my face. Water trails down my face and hair. Damn it. Hair that I hadn’t been planning to get wet.

It could just have been jealousy making me wary of her. Rachel is taking us deeper into the forest and for some reason, the air starts becoming humid and the ground, wet. “Did it rain?” I mutter, making a face when my shoes squelch in the wet mud. “I don’t know,” Beth looks equally confused. “Look over there. It’s dry there. Why is it wet here?”