Stories That Will Make You Wet Novels & Stories

Her legs started convulsing uncontrollably after about three minutes of my continuous sucking and licking and her water fountain started running. Her eyes rolled backwards, moaning loudly as she came. I lapped at her juices drinking them up as she laid breathless on the couch. I took in every drop like they were precious milk I didn't want to waste. I stood up straight and shoved my sweatpants down. She gasped out loud as my thick length sprang free and protruded. Sienna stirred in her sleep, and I froze for a second, before she went back to sleep. I grinned at Wendy, my hand stroking my length before her. Her eyes were wide, staring at my dick like she had never seen anything like it before

“Do you touch yourself while writing these stories, Lila? Do you imagine my cock stretching that tight little college pussy while you finger yourself at night?” The crude words from his refined mouth made her gasp. She couldn’t answer, but her body betrayed her—her breathing quickened, and she squirmed in her seat. He smiled darkly. “Since you’re so eager for private lessons, here’s your punishment. You will read the entire story aloud while I watch. Every single filthy word. And if you stop or stumble, I’ll bend you over this desk and spank that pretty ass until it’s red.” Lila’s heart raced. Part of her wanted to run. The other part—the part that had written those dirty scenes—was already

A pain that made me hotter and wetter. Beads of sweat trickled down his temples and settled on the valley of my breast. My body trembled with thrills anytime he pushed deep. John's strokes came in harder and faster. A series of deep groans saw from his throat as he reveled in the tight grip of my pussy. Like he loved the way it clenched around him. I’ve heard about how buck cocks satisfy women, but I always thought it wasn’t possible. They always looked like an agent of mass destruction. So I avoided them.

“Fills me so deep I can feel him in my stomach. Look how stretched I am. Look how wet. This is what you get when you call a woman cold in bed. This is what real want looks like.” Roman groaned like he was dying and came again, flooding me a second time, cock pulsing hard and deep. I felt every thick spurt, the heat of it filling me until it leaked out around his shaft in heavy white streams that ran down my ass and onto the sheets, perfectly framed for the camera and every viewer. He pulled out slowly. I stayed open, legs spread wide, and reached down with two fingers to scoop his cum, holding it up to the lens so the light caught it.

“But you’re dripping more now. The risk makes you wetter, doesn’t it?” Yes. God, yes. The orgasm built like a tidal wave, unstoppable. Her hand slipped under me, pinching my clit hard. “Come,” she commanded. “Squirt for me. Soak this holy bed.” I shattered—body convulsing, walls spasming wildly around cock and tail. Wetness surged out in powerful jets, drenching the sheets, splashing against her thighs with audible wet slaps. I bit the pillow until fabric tore, muffling screams that wanted to echo through the dormitory.

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.

Stacey curled up on her bed in a thin nightdress, while Luca was resting his back at the headrest of his king-size bed with his phone in his hand. “You know,” she whispered, brushing the strap of her dress with her fingers. “I still think about how you stretched me with that big monster. How deep you went into me. How you spanked my ass and made me scream your name… I feel it every time I close my eyes. As I'm talking, I'm already wet for you.” Luca groaned softly, running a hand down his face. “Fuck, Stacey. You’re trying to kill me.” He groaned. “Stop saying that unless you are ready to show me.”

I tried to beg, the quivering of my legs getting harder, as did my attempts to close them. “Be a good doll and come for me again,” he commanded, and my body had no other choice but to obey his command.I came, and the sensation rocked my world.I couldn’t anymore. And when I thought that, I felt a finger pushing inside me, and starting to move.“P-p-pleas-s-s-” I tried saying, but my mouth was too busy taking in air to let me speak.My whole body shook as I felt another finger slide inside.“Oh, puppy, the fun is just starting.” He curled his fingers inside of me, and all that was left of me were pieces. I was flying in the air, among the stars, and having an extraterrestrial experience.Weird sou

“Boys don’t know what to do with a woman’s body. They don’t know how to work a pair of tits like this until a girl is dripping wet and begging.” He pulled back to look at me, my nipples red and glistening from his mouth. “Are you dripping wet for me, Stephanie?” I couldn’t lie. My whole body was trembling. The evidence was soaking my shorts and I could only nod. a tiny, shameful movement. “Tell me.” “I’m… I’m wet,” I whispered. “Louder. Let me hear what a filthy little hitchhiker you are.” “I’m wet!” I said, my voice cracking. The admission sent another gush of moisture between my legs.

His nasty words has me gripping my knees together, needing to pat my pussy and hold back from cumming in the puddle. “And while your pussy opens just a little, I imagine poking my finger…” He pushes his hand forward and my pussy tightens between my legs like it just got poked. Oh, my god. How can words make a grown-up wet? “And fuck Berry, your slutty pussy squeezes my damn finger like a bitch.” “Fuck.” I sigh, restless. My body voluntarily slips down, arching my ass upward, needing his hands and cock. Needing him in the right places.