Stories That Will Get You Wet Novelas e Histórias

Sweat beaded on our skin, mixing with dirt from the earth, the scent of sex heavy in the air. I came hard, my howl ripping through the night, body convulsing as waves of ecstasy tore through me, my walls clamping down on them like a vice. They didn't hold back-Kale spilling first into my ass with a roar, hot jets painting my insides, followed by Xavier flooding my pussy, their seed mixing and dripping down my trembling thighs in rivulets.

I stepped off the boat to the wooden dock, and the warm night air hit me like a slap. My heart was pounding hard already, and my pussy was getting wet just from the smell of the ocean mixed with that thick, musky scent of sex that hung in the air. This was The Cock Fest. No names, no talking about feelings, and no tomorrow. It was just pure fucking for a whole week. I had dreamed about this for months, fingering myself every night, thinking about big cocks stretching me open until I couldn’t walk straight. Now it was real.

She takes a deep breath, “I heard a loud, resonant crack, followed by a big splash. The three eldest are in the water. They come up and make it to the shore, but they are soaked through, and we younger ones have no idea what to do. Netty and Emmy try to rub them warm, but they’re so cold. They got tired, and I didn’t know that you have to stay awake, so we let them rest. We stayed with them, but one by one they slipped away until we were sitting there with three corpses.”

, my eyes shot open and I moved my blanket to see my boxers were wet and sticky I had a wet dream about Kathy. “Fuck”

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

I whispered, admitting for the first time out loud what my dirty fantasy really was. the next second, he ripped my panties and threw the fabric somewhere. Before realizing what was happening, a hot liquid hit my clit, and a low buzzing started.“I hope you are prepared, doll.” I wriggled on the bed. “Because once you start coming, there will be no stopping.”I took a deep breath, shocked by his words, but before I could reply, vibration hit my now-wet bundle of nerves, and all my thoughts disappeared.As soon as the pulsation hit my clit, my legs started shaking, and all my efforts went to me closing them.It was too much. The pleasure was too much. The feeling was too much. His touch was too mu

Mildred laughed and said, “She peed her pants.” Sure enough when Michelle came back in the whole front of her blue jeans was wet but she didn’t seem to notice or care. The wine had finally gotten to her and to Mildred too. I watched as Michelle said that it was hot in the cabin and then slithered out of her wet jeans and threw off her shirt. She sat down in her bra and panties. Her wet panties allowed me to see the fancy hair cut on her pussy. It was just a landing strip above her slit. She sat very unlady like with her legs spread. The wet panties were plastered against her pussy outline and I finally saw my first camel toe that all the boys talked about, but I actually saw one, they hadn’t

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.

After few minutes: She went to the washroom to clean herself and take a shower. After she came out of the shower , completely wet and naked he just kept looking at her flawless body . She was the most perfect specimen of a woman he has ever laid his eyes on . Her boobs looked even more perfect than he imagined them to be when he first saw her in parking. Her pussy was so tight that it's not even funny how physically perfect someone can be.

I remember my grandma telling stories about werewolves and Dracula and how they used to kill humans, or sometimes they posed as humans to lure people like us so we could fall in love with them. A thunderbolt struck, and the thousand chaos started raining. When the first droplet of water touched my skin, it made me weak, and I started crying. I have no remembrance of why the tears were coming in. I was alone. It was too dark, and it was raining. I felt a shadow around me, and suddenly, the rain stopped. But when I looked outside, it was still raining. I looked up and found an umbrella, saving me from the thunder. "What are you doing here?" My mouth was hung open. Is it really him?