Sans Get Dunked On Novels & Stories

Once when we were relaxing after a long night, several of us were drinking cold Gatorade to cool down and replenish the water we had been sweating out all night, we had all stripped naked and lounged on the couches under a ceiling fan. None of us batted an eye as we all relaxed together. The only complaint came from Mark, who said, "Awww...come guys, you're killing me here. You can't have that many hot naked guys in one place without there being some action."

But now we were both soaked, my dress plastered against my body, his shirt transparent, shorts clinging I could see his hard length. He turn me and pressed my front to the acrylic wall. I could see the outside, distorted parents clapping and cheering, and the kids lining up again. He yanked my panties down, just enough to enter. Freed himself. Rubbed the head against me… he began teasing. “You want it?” he whispered. I pushed back. “Yes.” “You want me to fuck you in a dunk tank.” “Yes. Avery.” I said growing impatient. He thrust in, going in slow. I moaned, the sound muffled by my own arm.

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He was groaning under me. "Adriana, damn baby we should stop this. We don't have condoms, I was so upset with you I forgot to buy them. Fuck, you fucking feel so good. Shit! I'm going out and be back soon okay? You stay here." He kissed me hot and deep, making me moaned as I grind him harder.

She says with absolute surety. “ Well, you should go see who it is. It might be urgent” Nathan said. “ Or should I go take a look?” Izzy looks at Nathan in total disbelief. “Hold it right there Mister! I just met you less than 24 hours ago and you think it’s okay to check out who’s at my door?” “You don’t have to be feisty, Cupcake. I was just offering to help seeing that you’re so stiff like you’ve seen a ghost” Nathan responded. “ I’m gonna get dressed”. Nathan added as he slowly got up from the bed while putting on his black faded jeans.

Almost free. Until someone steps directly in front of me. Tall. Male. Sharp suit and an easy smile. His hair’s styled to perfection, but I’ve never seen him before. Not at a meeting. Not even in passing. “Mr. Hans?” he says smoothly, like he already knows me. “I’m new to the Wren-Hans partnership team. I just joined today. I’ve heard a lot about you.” He leans in. Too close. I tilt my chin, keeping eye contact. “Good for you. Now get out of my way.” But he doesn’t move.