Stories To Make You Wet Novels & Stories

“Do not lie to me. You read more than one line. Your face is red, your nipples are hard against your sweater and you keep squeezing your thighs together like your little pussy is soaking wet from what I wrote about ruining a tight twenty year old cunt.” He leaned down closer, his breath brushing my ear. “Tell me the truth Riley. Did reading about me stretching her and filling her with cum make your pussy wet?” My heart slammed against my ribs. Fresh slickness coated my panties and my clit pulsed again at his blunt words. “Yes , Professor. It made me wet. I know that is messed up but I could not stop reading the part about gagging her and breeding her hit me hard.”

"Was it him again? The Lion King?" I let out a long, frustrated groan, leaning my head against the cool glass. "Every night, Bridge. The eyes, the tattoo... he was touching me in places I didn't even know I had. I woke up so wet I had to change the sheets. It’s getting ridiculous."

“You’re so wet already just from thinking about him.” She dipped two fingers lower, sliding them through my dripping folds before pushing them slowly inside me. I gasped as she curled them upward, stroking that sensitive spot deep inside while her thumb kept rubbing firm circles on my clit. The wet, squelching sounds of her fingers pumping in and out filled the room as she worked me open, adding a third finger when my hips started bucking desperately against her hand.

With the contraception plan I was on which will see me till the next ten years, I had nothing to fear. “Come on, baby girl!” He slipped his finger in between my ass, extending to my clit. I froze, maintaining my posture while suppressing my moan. The tension tripled, I couldn't bear it any longer because I was gonna explode, I struggled, falling out of his hands and into the water with a giggle. “I don't wanna lose my senses–” I teased, laughing hard. “We know deep down you want this but you just don't want to keep steady, let's make you wet.”

I swirled my right nipple between my thumb and my index finger and the pleasure shot through my body My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before I responded. -You’re already making me wet- I replied, my hands massaging my nipple. -I bet you are. Now, slip your hand under your shorts. Feel how wet you are for me. Imagine it’s my fingers stroking you, teasing you.-

Blowing his hot breath through the thin scrap of material. He then moved them to the side as he slid first one finger then another into my wetness. I heard him stifle a groan as he moved lower still, sliding my panties off in one fluid motion. The first touch of his tongue was like lightning, my whole body was shaking and I couldn’t control it. I was on the edge and yet not ready to fall. He closed his lips around my clit, sucking softly as his tongue gently flicked around and around. I raised myself off the bed, wanting him to give me what my body so desperately wanted but he held me in place. His tongue began a very slow almost painful exploration, moving so that his tongue could replace h

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.

Get on with the class already -I almost screamed at him, but managed to keep my cool. "Now, I'm gonna teach you how to turn your viewers on, even before you start banging." Yeah, let's see what you've got to teach. "Get turn on the shower," he said. "What?" "I know you're not deaf, just do what I say!" he growled lowly. I sighed tiredly as I turned the shower on, then exhaled slowly as hot water (not so hot) run down my body, filling the glass room with steams and everything became a little bit blurry.

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.

“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.