Novel & Cerita Stories To Make Me Wet

I wave, saying thanks and playing with my boobs for good measure, watching the participant list as users log off. My pussy is so wet from cumming, I can feel the slick moisture on the inside of my thighs. AnonymousGuy1 stays till the end.

i quickly said sorry and told him i brought his juice before leaving his room with my heart pounding in my chest and my pussy so wet that i can feel it dripping . I ran all the way to my room, i quickly lock the door before striping myself and rush to climb my bed, i laid on my back before i raise up my legs so i will be able to touch myself properly, i imagine my dad fingers in my pussy as i insert two of my fingers and begin's to fuck my self, imagine his long and straight fingers pleasure me till i scream his name,, "Ahhh..uhmmm"

Grabbing my pen, I start to scribble on my diary again. "He looked at me! He fucking looked at me and I am so wet already! Gosh! I just want him to dig his fingers into my pussy and finger fuck me to tears. I don't care that he's a shady man with a mysterious life, I just want to be fucked by him! Imagine what it would feel like to be naked under him, and to have those lips around my nipples, and then have his fingers stroking my clit until I can't breathe anymore." I don't realize that I am squeezing my thighs together as my scribbling turns into vivid images in my head.

A soft sigh escaped me as my fingers brushed higher, over the damp lace of my panties. Already soaked. I pressed lightly, feeling the heat through the thin barrier, and closed my eyes. The TV faded to background moans, whispers but in my head it was Steve’s voice, low and teasing “Wet already?” Like he had in the office, kneeling between my legs, breath hot against my inner thigh. I hooked a finger under the lace, pulled it aside, exposing myself to the empty room. Cool air hit my slick folds and I shivered. I dipped one finger in, slow, circling my entrance, gathering the wetness.

"Would you like me to take your pants off, Enid?" Fuck it! The whorish voice in the back of my head screamed. "Yes," I stuttered, the word barely a puff of air. I was sopping wet, and it wasn't just the whiskey anymore. It was like a dam in my pussy had just broken.

Seducing Stepfather. KIRA'S fingers delved deeper, finding the slickness already coating her. Her breath hitched, a small, wet sound swallowed by the quiet apartment. She arched her back slightly against the rough fabric of the couch, eyes fixed on the door, a silent countdown ticking inside her. Each stroke of her middle finger against her clit sent a shiver through her, a needy tremor that settled low in her belly. She imagined him, the heavy thud of his boots on the stairs, the jingle of keys. Her clit throbbed, a demanding pulse mirroring the anticipation that coiled tight in her gut. She was wet, so wet, a warm, insistent dampness spreading between her legs.

His eyes came up to meet mine as he said, “Make it wet.” Fuck. How I loved his dirty talk. His orders. His dominating me. His games that he played with my body. His words were affecting, I was desperate for his touch. I swirled my tongue around that single digit in my mouth. Sucking it. Licking it. Making it wet.

I wish I was there to lick you off. BESTIE : Okay, touch yourself baby. Me : Okay. BESTIE : Are you touching yourself? ME: Yes. BESTIE: Good girl. BESTIE: Tell me what you're feeling. ME: Wet. ME: So wet for you. BESTIE: Where are you touching? ME: Just… outside. ME: Circling. BESTIE: Slower or faster? ME: Slow. ME: Like you do. BESTIE: I love the way you feel when you're slow. The way you arch into my hand. The way you beg for more.

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.

The man's mouth parted slightly as he watched her touch herself. She pinched her nipples between her fingers, gasping at the sensation. The stranger's free hand drifted down to palm himself through his boxers. The sight of him touching himself while watching her sent another flood of wetness to her already soaked panties. She let one hand slide down her stomach, over the lace of her underwear. Her fingers pressed against her clit through the fabric, making her hips jerk slightly. "Fuck," she whispered to the empty room. Her legs trembled as she continued touching herself, circling her clit through her panties.