Sweat Sex Novels & Stories

“Will need another swim after to wash off the sweat.” “You’re not going to work up a sweat unless you stop chatting about having sex and actually have it,” Heath replied. “Critic,” Rhett threw back his head and began to work his hips and arse muscles. He was right, Aislen thought watching the shift of his abdominal muscles beneath his skin, it was a workout for him, and made for spectacular viewing from her position, the long lean body working against her, his head tossed back and the overgrown black head drifting over the rug, his Adam’s apple standing out in his throat and his mouth soft and relaxed as he moaned his enjoyment.

Crazy! “I'm sweating all over and so are you. Hugging you right now will be kind of… uncomfortable for both of us. Gross even.” “Are you trying to say it's nasty when we sweat and still hold each other during sex?” Now it's my turn to palm his lips to stop him from talking further. I'm almost on my toes as I struggle to keep my hand stretched up to his mouth since he's so far up there. I'm a tall girl, but this man towers me with his height and physique.

The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam. He leaned in, nose grazing my hair, inhaling deep. "You smell... fuck, so good." Words accidental, but they ignited. I turned my head, lips brushing his jaw soft, unintended. His hand settled on my waist, fingers splaying over the bare skin where tank met shorts, burning through me. "Jax... we can't. Mia..." But my body arched subtle, traitorous, the ache between my thighs growing insistent. He groaned low, forehead pressing to mine, shifting his hips and there it was, the hard length in his shorts pressing against my hip, thick and unyielding.

Their sweat mixed together, and the heavy scent of sex filled the air. “Ah, I can’t take it!” Renee screamed. “Give it all to me, babe!” Renee hit her peak with a long, trembling cry. Her body convulsed, her core pulsing and gripping him tightly. Her warmth spilled out, coating his thighs, but Anthony wasn’t done. He kept moving, faster and harder, pushing her toward another climax in no time. Renee was crying from the overwhelming intensity.

The scent of rain grows stronger as mist creeps in, mingling with our sex sweat and the faint metallic tang of my glowing veins. I start riding him hard, hips slamming down in a punishing rhythm, grinding my clit against his pubic bone with each descent. His hands bracket my waist, guiding me roughly, thumbs pressing into the dimples above my ass. “That's it, ride your brother's cock,” he snarls, bucking up to meet me, the force jarring my teeth together. Sweat slicks our skin, making every slide frictionless yet intense, and I lean forward, breasts bouncing against his chest, nipples dragging over the damp cotton of his shirt.

Sweat glistened on their skin as they found a primal rhythm, joined in the sacred act of sensual desire. I licked my lips, my fingers inching close to my clit Marco's large hands gripped Martha's waist, pulling her closer as he thrust deeper. Their moans harmonized, filling the chamber with the sweet music of pleasure. Every thrust drove them closer to the edge, sweat trickling down their bodies, the scent of their lust lingering in the air. Gasps turned to cries as they chased their release, the sounds muffled by the thick rug beneath them. They moved in unison, their hips meeting with wild urgency. Sweat dripped from their heated bodies as they found their rhythm.

She wailed loud, ass clenching around my full length. “Both holes are stuffed, pound my ass hard, make it gape.” I thrust deep, pulling back to the head then slamming in, skin slapping her cheeks, the lube and spit making it squelch. She rode his face sloppy, her cream smearing his cheeks and nose, dripping onto his eyes almost, while I reamed her ass, pace building, balls tightening with each plunge. “Your shithole’s milking my cock so good, I’m gonna fill you up soon, Scarlett.” Sweat poured down my back, mixing with hers, the room reeking of sex. Pungent pussy, musky ass, salty sweat.

So now, I was double stuffed, my body rocking between them. “Do you like that?”: Wyatt grunts, his hips slapping my ass and I nodded my head because I really couldn’t talk and just sucked harder. Bryce's hand spanks my side, lightly. “Answer him!” “Yes.” I mumble around him. “I love it.” They speed up, syncing in thrusts and sweating. The room smells like sex now and my balls draw up, I was close. “Oh, not yet.” Wyatt warns me as he slows his thrusts to a small tease. I let out a whine, my ass clenching…

she thought, her entire body sticky with sweat and fluids, her exposed breasts red from being squeezed, nipples sensitive and brushing against his damp t-shirt. Marcos, breathing heavily, braced his hands on the wall beside her head, his semi-soft cock hanging out of his open pants, glistening with her juices and remnants of cum. Sweat ran down his tattooed chest, dripping into Ana’s cleavage, and he felt his balls empty and sore, the scent of sex clinging to his skin like a territorial mark. He let out a low, hoarse, satisfied laugh, kissing her sweaty neck, licking the salt from her skin while she moaned softly, still sensitive.

They were at the top and out of my reach, I couldn’t help but frown as I stretched my hands to get to them, when a figure towered over me. That scent. It was vague and yet I knew who it was. The frown on my face creased even deeper. As I turned around only to hit my head against something rock hard. Typical. It was his chest. “I thought you wouldn’t come.” “I’m not as unserious as you think I am.” He grunted. Rolling my eyes, “Yeah right.” I brushed past him, he smelled of cologne and after practice sweat which was typical for an athlete like him, pretty sure he just doused himself with perfume to mask his naturally male scent. I placed the books on the table, he joined me on the other side.