Soft And Wet Stand Novels & Stories

growled dirty. Dropped wet kisses on neck, buried face between thighs bent over counter. Tongue battled core, sucking. Intoxicated; grasped breast, moaned hushed. "Ahhh... don't stop... here?" Wide quiet scream. Saliva sprinkled, mouthed pussy, sucked. "Oh yea... ageeeeghhhh... hhhh." Fluid more, fingers through two pounding rough. "Harder... harder brother's fingers!" Arched subtle. Deeper pumps. "Aaaaaaa..... hhhhh!" Muffled climax, he licked clean.

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Shemika She licked the squirts on her face and they both smiled in satisfaction. She really came hard, and her body continued to tremble as she cried softly, the sudden gush of her squirt leaving her almost exhausted. Her legs shook tiredly, as her partner lifted her face away from her pussy, and a loud laughter tore out of their throat in breathless surprise. What is this, oh Lord? I don't think I'll ever be able to unsee this. Fuck, I think I'm wet too.

Sofia stayed on the floor, the cold water soaking into her dress. She was humiliated. She was used… But as she stood up, her legs still weak, she knew the worst…and the best…was yet to come.

As he stood there, his bare chest still glistening with droplets of water, Isla couldn’t help but let her gaze wander over him. His body was nothing short of stunning, with strong, well-defined muscles that only added to the natural allure he exuded. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him, standing there in nothing but a towel, which barely managed to cover his nakedness. The sight of him made her heart race, and she felt an undeniable pull toward him, a desire that she struggled to control. It was all so overwhelming, so raw, yet so beautiful.

"Ever since you laid eyes on these bad boys, you've been sporting a huge boner..." I quickly looked down and sure enough, my cock was standing straight up. It looked hard enough to crack concrete with. "Ohh shit," I said timidly. I tried to cover it from view as best as I could with my hands. I couldn't understand why I got so hard looking at Barry's balls. "Uhm... it is hard because... the water."

He kept stroking the cracks of my wet cunt with the knuckle of his index finger. “I want to touch your clit,” John said, “tell me you want me to sink my fingers into your hot pussy.” My body throbbed with excitement. “I want you to sink your finger into my pussy.” John slid his fingers into my pants, spread my pussylips, and began playing with my clit. He kissed me again, as he stroked my clit, and moaned into my mouth. Without a warning, he shoved two fingers into my hole, sending shivers up my spine.