Slippery T Novels & Stories

‘But damn, it's a game I want to win. “I like Slippery Nipple,” I said, my voice tight, struggling not to let it crack under the weight of what we were saying. My mind was racing, trying to stay composed. Arlene’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she leaned in just a little closer. “Well, I also know Blowjob,” she said, her voice dripping with seduction.

Tyler slipped onto a barstool behind him and pulled me onto his lap, my back against his chest and his cock pressed against the latex material covering my cunt. He pulled up my skirt just enough and ripped off the latex panties underneath it. “You’re a fucking mess,” he growled against me. “A sloppy, slutty mess.” “Please,” I begged, words still muffled. “Please, fill me!”

Starting the next day, Felicity began paying me what she called “special attention.” One morning, I pulled a pack of moon-white tissues from my bag. The packaging was moon-white, naturally, and Felicity reacted like it was the funniest thing she had ever seen. “Oh my god, even your tissues have to be moon-white? Are you trying to turn yourself into a ritual offering from head to toe?” During cleaning duty, I wiped down the grips on the training equipment. Felicity exchanged looks with a few boys nearby.

Additionally, it was wet and slippery due to her overflowing juices. "Hmphhhhh," a whimper of pleasure left her mouth as her finger travelled down and stopped right on top of her entrance. For a moment, she wanted to stop, but the next second, when the image of that big, chocolaty dick came into her mind, she inserted her finger inside her dripping pussy.

I need you so much. Moaning in agreement, he continued to devour her pussy like a starving man, licking and sucking every inch of her sensitive flesh as only he knew how to do, pushing her to the brink of an orgasm as her pussy chewed his tongue and her clit. she shuddered under the wild caresses of long, soft fingers. Finally, when those same skilled fingers dipped inside her narrow slit, Missy came hard, her cries of pure pleasure drowning out the sound of a drawer being opened, until she felt her ass suddenly wet with something cold, slimy and incredibly cold. slippery she knew all too well.

she purred. Lily let out a small, wild, and frantic groan as she called for his name. With excruciating slowness, Rhye's fingers worked their way downward. She felt one finger slide into her, then another. They began gently stroking in and out, curling at the tips to catch her g-spot with each movement she wailed. She withered around him. Lily shifted her hips to match his movements, pressing up against his fingers. He began to accelerate further until she let out a long, drawn-out sigh of delight. He noticed a smile, white teeth piercing the soft darkness as her moan echoed through the pub.

The distinct slippery nature of her heat is easy to tell apart from the soapy water, and I am momentarily distracted by the expert roll of her hips and bouncing of perfect, slippery, pink tits. Her flattened belly shudders as she rises up, bringing her entrance as close as she can dare to the head of my erection and her pussy squelches, sucking in water instead. Her eyes light up in flames. My hips jerk involuntarily, a reflexive thrust forward as my cock stands rigid, painfully so. She raises a leg, sliding it up my chest until it hooks over my shoulder. "What day is it?" "Hmm?" I groan at the sight of my cock slipping inside of her.

Pre-cum leaked over our toes, making everything slippery. Paris straddled his lap facing us, grinding her pussy on his abs while reaching down to add her hand, jerking him between our feet in a messy, perfect hand-foot combo. “You like that, baby?” she purred. “Three sluts jerking your big dick with everything we’ve got?” Van’s head fell back. “Fuck yes… don’t stop.”

The kind that would split a girl in half and leave her leaking for days? “Oh my God,” I breathed, a filthy smile spreading across my face. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around it—barely able to close them. It was burning hot, throbbing in my grip, so thick my thumb and middle finger didn’t even touch. A fat drop of precum oozed out the slit and ran down over my knuckles to the tile. Jay moaned, hips jerking involuntarily. “M-Maddie… I’m sorry… please—”

"You think you're the one in control here?" Sloane didn't wait for an answer. She slid down the wall, dropping to her knees on the hard floor. She didn't care about the grit or the cold. She ripped Tatum’s shorts down, exposing the damp heat between her legs. Sloane dove in, her tongue lashing against Tatum’s clit with a fierce, rhythmic intensity.