Sweat Stories Novels & Stories

Panties soaked. Sarah turned to me. “You okay? You look flushed.” “Hot in here,” I managed. My voice hoarse, I wiped nonexisting sweat from my forehead. She nodded. “Yeah, they never turn the AC up enough.” Jonah stood again. Walked out casually like nothing happened. My phone buzzed on my laps thirty seconds later. *I want you in the bathroom now.* I waited a minute. Then whispered to Sarah, “Gotta pee. Back in a sec.”

He joked. "Says the person that works out everyday and weigh 280 lbs " She teased poking his chest, he just laughed it off. He had begged her to go to the gym with him once and she almost fainted there, it took her days to regain her self. In his arms, she fell deep asleep. She looked peaceful like an angel that she is, Hussain used that moment to draw circles on her back. She always hated it because it makes her shiver.

“I knew you would love the idea too. Sylvia said that she will get her maid outfit and we should get our tool kit and outfit too.” “Should we order from shein store or…” “Nah, that is unnecessary spending. We can use the idea of a ceo, you know with suits and all of that aura.” “Fucking in suits?” I gave him a strange look. “Yes and we can do some pre sex foreplay of like her coming into the office to apply for the job of a secretary.” “You have a very crazy sex plan for this three some.” “You know that I have always been for the streets.”

She felt every pulse, every spurt, the warmth spreading inside her like liquid fire. He pulled out and the next man took his place immediately. No pause. No mercy. Just a new cock sliding into the sloppy mess and starting the whole thing again. They bred her like a machine. One man finished and the next stepped up, cock already dripping pre-cum, ready to add his seed to the flood. By the fourth man her cunt was so full that every thrust pushed a gush of mixed loads out around his shaft and down her ass crack. The leather beneath her was soaked. The air smelled like sex and cum and sweat.

Water from the match still clung to our skin, mixing with sweat and cum. “Marcus, someone could walk in any second,” I hissed, glancing back at the door. “My teammates. Yours. We’re rivals, remember? This is fucking stupid.” He shoved me into one of the open shower stalls and twisted the knob. Hot water sprayed down over us instantly. “That’s what makes it fun. Now shut up and turn around.” I pressed my hands against the slick tiles, heart hammering. The risk made everything sharper. Any minute, the guys could come back laughing and joking from the parking lot. And here I was, naked, dripping my rival’s load, letting him do whatever he wanted.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

They are sweating a lot despite the bad weather. He's been treated like a Master even if he looks like a beggar. He smells bad, too. The salesmen are sweating, too, because they are fighting the urge to cover their noses. They had to endure the awful smell that is polluting the store; they cannot do that in front of Master Qui. It will make them look rude.

6. ALEX I stood under the hot water for a long time, trying to wash away the smell of sex and guilt. Mia’s pussy scent was still on my fingers. My cock was half-hard even after cumming twice. When I finally stepped out and dried off, I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked back into the bedroom. Sarah was already asleep.

Her tank top had ridden up in the fight, exposing her bare stomach, flushed pink and glistening with sweat. I slapped it hard, the wet, sharp smack echoing. She gasped loud, her back arching up toward me like she was begging for more, her tits heaving under the thin fabric. Her hands clawed at my back, nails dragging down my skin, pulling my shirt halfway off in the process. My tits spilled out over the top of my bra, heavy and bouncing with every movement. Sweat dripped down my spine, making everything slick and hot. Her pussy kept grinding up against mine in the struggle, our cores rubbing together through the layers of clothes, the heat building until I could feel my juices leaking.

What felt like hundreds of mosquitoes made a snack of my arms, and as the sun grew warmer in the sky, it sucked out my energy reserves and spilled them down my back in the form of sweat. I swipe the back of my hand against my forehead, my skin wet and clammy. With Elliot's back turned to me opening the cabin door I use the bottom of my shirt to wipe away the disgusting sweat that covers my face. Sweat has even gathered in unknown places. Areas rarely seen, but every woman knows they're there. Like underneath my boobs. I don't have boobs big enough where under-boob sweat should be an issue. It'd never happened before now. Elliot gets the door open and I walk into the cabin, falling back on th