Stories That Will Make You Wet Novels & Stories

The wet sounds were obscene. Alex watched me with dark eyes, thrusting up to meet me. “Look at you riding your brother’s best friend’s cock in your pink bedroom. Such a naughty fucking girl.” He reached up and pinched my nipples, rolling them roughly. “Moan for me. Let me hear it.” “Ahhhh… yesss… Alex, your cock feels so good!” I moaned louder, grinding my clit against him on every downstroke. He spanked my ass in rhythm, urging me faster.

I looked at the others again. “Touch yourselves,” I ordered. “Show me how wet this makes you.” Four hands moved at once. Lila spread her legs wide. Two fingers plunged inside herself. Tara pinched her nipples. Hard. Mei rubbed slow circles over her clit. Her breathing hitched. Elena’s fingers dipped between her folds. She watched me with those green eyes. Unblinking. I fucked Sophia’s mouth harder. Faster. Her throat opened for me. Took me deeper. Gagging sounds filled the studio. Wet. Filthy. Perfect.

Every time I thought I was at my limit, Kade would whisper something cruel in my ear, or Brian would deliver a spank that reignited the fire in my blood, and I’d find a second wind. By mid-afternoon, I was lying splayed out on the rug, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I was covered in a film of their cum, my skin tacky and smelling of musk. The sheer stockings were torn, and the maid’s apron was hanging by a single string. Kade walked over and stood between my spread legs, looking down at me like I was something he’d found on the bottom of his shoe. "You're holding up better than I thought," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "But we’re only halfway through day three. Brian and Ken have som

Mia's brother, drunk in my bathroom, made it hotter, tension coiling tight like a spring. He couldn't hold back. Hands gripped my hips firm, spinning me to face the mirror, body pinning mine from behind. "Need this... need you," he growled, yanking my shorts down in a rough slide, cool air hitting my bare ass and slick folds. His own shorts shoved low, cock springing free, hot, veined, the head nudging between my cheeks. He rubbed frantic now, sliding along my wetness, teasing the entrance without entering, the friction making us both shudder.

He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him. After he was done . He went to the washroom to take a shower. When he came out he saw Sunna waking up. "Hi, are you fine, hottie? " said Nikhil with a smirk on his face. Sunna noticed white load coming out of her vagina. "I am fine " saying this, she went to the washroom. He followed her to the washroom. "Sir, you are here" said Sunna, seeing Nikhil inside the washroom "Ye, I am here. I just want to see you bathe. Do you have any problems?"

I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face as the warm spray of the shower rained down on me. My whole body felt alive, buzzing with nervous excitement, like I had butterflies fluttering in my stomach that refused to settle. Tonight wasn’t just any night—it was the night. Tonight I was going to give Cole something he had only ever dared to whisper in a drunken haze. Tonight, his secret fantasy would finally come true.

They made her crawl and clean both cocks with her tongue, licking every drop of cum, ass juice, and pussy cream. Lia lay there afterward, legs spread obscenely, covered in sweat, spit, and cum. Her holes twitched and leaked. She felt completely destroyed. And she fucking loved it. Ethan crouched down and shoved three fingers into her sloppy cunt, stirring the mess. “How do you feel?” “Like a whore,” she whispered hoarsely, smiling through the mess on her face. “Your filthy whore.” Jax laughed. “She’s ready for the team party tomorrow. Gonna let the whole locker room run a train on this cum-guzzling slut?”.

I moaned, my other hand flying to my hair, tugging hard as my hips bucked up into my own touch. I was so damn wet. So fucking soaked. My juices coated my fingers, dripping down my ass onto the sheets with every frantic rub. “Fuck, Daddy… fuck!” I cried out, eyes squeezed shut as I imagined Calvin’s thick cock stretching me open, Brad’s strong hands pinning me down. I rubbed my clit harder, faster, the wet, obscene sounds of my fingers working my dripping pussy filling the room. My finger thrust in and out of my tight hole, curling desperately as I chased the release I needed so badly.

What do I tell the doctor when he asks what was wrong with me? Okay. Doc, I don't know but I feel this tingling sensation whenever he touches me. I get wet for him every time. He makes me go crazy and whenever I sleep, I dream of him. I get thrusted in an erotic dream whenever I sleep. He slams my wall in a way, that leaves me begging for more. Wait, is that okay? Yes and that's stupid. What do you think! How was I going to tell the doctor all of these shit?!

She wanted to try something she'd never done before. She stretched her legs wide open, one hand resting on the floor to support her weight. Bernard finally opened his eyes and straightened his back at that point, and his eyes widened when he saw her. "M-Monette..." he exclaimed, stunned. She smiled seductively at him while tracing the sperm he had spurted on her hair. She pressed her two stains with his juice fingers together. "Watch me," she said seductively. And without taking her gaze away from him, she inserted her two semen-coated fingers into her wet pussy. And as his fingers entered her womanhood, she exclaimed and looked up. She began moaning as soon as she moved her fingers. Inside