Stories That Will Get You Wet Novelas e Histórias

Rain hammered against our faces while thunder cracked above us. My body shook uncontrollably from cold and fear. David kept one arm firmly around my waist while using the other to fight against the water. The closeness between us became unavoidable now. My chest pressed tightly against his. His breathing brushed against my forehead. Every hard muscle beneath his soaked shirt felt painfully real against my body. The dangerous awareness between us returned instantly. Even here. Even now. Another violent wave crashed over us. I coughed hard as David pulled me even closer protectively.

Bruno’s fat cock continued to hit her G-spot while warm water cascaded over her body. Brie’s thick thighs trembled. “Mmm, just like that.” She rocked her hips faster, smearing her juices all over Vivian’s lips and chin. Bruno reached around and rubbed Vivian’s clit roughly, never slowing his pace. The pressure built fast. Vivian’s moans turned into desperate screams against Brie’s pussy. Her legs shook violently as she came hard. Her pussy clenched around Bruno’s cock like a vice. Juices squirted out around his shaft, mixing with the shower water.

The rain came crashing down without any warning, turning the quiet evening into a wild storm. I stood shivering outside my apartment door, arms wrapped tightly around my chest as cold water poured over me. My thin white tank top was completely soaked, clinging to my breasts and turning almost see-through. The cotton shorts stuck to my hips and thighs like a second skin. I had only stepped out for a second to throw the garbage, but the automatic lock clicked shut behind me. My phone, keys, everything was trapped inside.

“You’re gonna be addicted, trust me.” I already was. While one cock hammered my pussy, another rubbed my clit in tight circles, hitting that spot that made my toes curl. “Oh fuck yes!” I screamed. Then he pulled out and another dick took his place. I watched every second on the screen, the sight of all those hard cocks waiting their turn was what made me wettest. They kept rotating. One after another. By the time seven guys had used me I’d already squirted all over the bench. Twenty-three more still waited and the thought made me cry out in the hottest way possible.

My legs limp. And still, they didn't let me go. They both groaned as they pulled out of me slowly, thick drags that left me clenching around nothing, walls fluttering, leaking down my thighs. I crouched down on the desk next to me, chest heaving. My legs barely able to hold me up. But they didn't let me rest. Nick stepped forward, his eyes dark and hungry. "My turn," he growled, already stroking himself. Micheal followed, licking his lips. "You're fucking soaked, sweetheart. Look what they did to you."

I got back to the house and I went up to take a shower. His door was closed and I wanted to open it and jump his bones, but I instead opted for a cold slap to the face. I got under the chilling spray and I could feel it all the way through my bones. I thought that that would be enough to cool me down, but it only made me have this itch between my legs that was only going to be satisfied with one thing.

The roar of the locker room faded into the wet echo of the shower stalls. Hands, dozens of them, lifted Maya off the tile floor, carrying her dripping body through the steam. Her mind was a blur of spent sensation, but her body thrummed with a new, electric alertness. This isn’t over. It’s moving. They dumped her onto the cold, wet tiles of the central shower bay. The shock of the ceramic against her back made her gasp. Water from multiple showerheads rained down, mixing with sweat and other fluids, creating slick rivers that ran between her breasts and down her thighs.

The skirt pools around your ankles like spilled ink. Panties last. They’re soaked through—crotch dark, clinging obscenely. Hook your thumbs in the sides. Drag them down inch by torturous inch. The wet fabric peels away from your folds with a soft, sucking sound. A fresh string of slick stretches between cotton and cunt before it snaps, landing cool on your inner thigh. You step free. Kick them aside. They land somewhere in the dark with a damp slap. Naked. Vulnerable. Turn around.

I almost can’t stand it. “Be patient, princess,” Thirst Trap whispers against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. My muscles start to flutter like it does when my orgasm is approaching. He suddenly stops rubbing me, and I almost cry at the loss of friction. God, I’m going to kill this guy in a minute. How dare he! The buildup fades before I can catch it, but my wetness pools more than ever. I could really use a cock in me right now.

crack “You weren’t what? Enjoying yourself in my wife’s gown? Stealing from her closet? Making yourself wet in my bed?” Tears pricked my eyes. But my body betrayed me, pressing back into his hand, begging silently for more. “Filthy little maid,” he rasped. His fingers slipped between my thighs now, finding the slick proof of my guilt. He groaned, low and guttural. “God, you’re soaked.” I whimpered, shamed by the sound of his fingers gliding through me, wetter with every stroke.