That Will Make You Wet 소설 & 이야기

My bare, puffy lips kissed his skin, hot and slick. The sensation was filthy and perfect. I dragged my dripping folds up and down his thigh in long, secret strokes, coating him with my creamy arousal. Each upward roll pressed my clit harder against him, sending jolts of pleasure through my core. The water hid every sinful movement, but I could feel how wet I was making him—my juices mixing with the lake, creating a slick mess that only heightened the taboo thrill.

Each creampie made me feel more claimed, more addicted. “Shower,” I gasped eventually, my legs shaky. “I want you to fuck me under the water.” Alex carried me to the bathroom, his strong arms making me feel small and desired. The hot spray cascaded over us as we stepped in. I pressed my back against the cool tiles, wrapping my legs around his waist. He entered me smoothly, the water making everything slicker. His thrusts were powerful, lifting me with each upward stroke. My tits pressed against his chest, nipples sliding deliciously.

“Gonna flood your guts with my load.” Mark moaned louder, pushing back onto that massive shaft. “Fuck yes, Cane. Breed my ass.” My knees felt weak. I leaned against the doorframe, one hand unconsciously pressing against my soaked crotch, rubbing my swollen clit through my shorts. I was so wet I could hear the squelch if I moved. My juices were soaking through the fabric, leaving a dark wet spot. All I could think about was dropping to my knees and licking that cum right off Cane’s cock, then begging him to use me next.

He whispers, putting his hand on my thigh. I rush of excitement shoots through my body and I feel myself getting extremely wet. He slides his hand a little higher and I tense up. I hate how my body reacts to him. "You're getting wet aren't you baby?" He whispers, rubbing my thigh dangerously close to my soaking wet pussy. Shane hooks his finger in the hem of my shorts, toying with it, teasing me and I gasp. "Shane w-what are you doing?" I whisper, voice shaking a little.

“So it’s not just one of us. She gets soaked for all three of us. A deep voice, a light touch on her waist, a compliment about her curves — and she’s instantly wet. That soft, chubby body of hers is so sensitive. Her pussy gets slick the moment we get close.” Theo nodded eagerly. “She’s perfect for this. Remember the bet? Whoever makes her moan the loudest wins free beer for a month. But honestly… I don’t even care about the beer anymore. I just want to see how wet we can make her. How loud she gets when all three of us touch her at the same time.”

His eyes never leave mine. He pushes my knees apart. “You’re already wet for me, you dirty little slut.” “I’m always wet for you,” I confess. I can’t help it. All it takes is a brush of his finger on my skin, a seductive glance, and I’m all weak in the knees. “Oh yeah? Let’s make you wetter, then...” Axel says. With one finger, he brushes my folds. A swift sensation spreads all over my body. I quake on the cold island, pulsing.

I want you dripping and desperate before I let you have any real relief. Slide your hands up your thighs. Slowly. Let your nails drag lightly over your skin, leaving faint trails. Stop just at the edge of your panties. Hook your fingers under the fabric and tug it up tight against your pussy. Feel it pull across your swollen clit. Tug again. Harder. Let that sharp little snap send sparks straight to your core. You’re getting wetter, aren’t you? Say it. “I’m getting so fucking wet for you.” Louder. Good girl.

Then he spoke again. "Today we go out for lunch. Just the two of us. I want to see how wet you get sitting across from me knowing my cum is still inside you." My face burned. "What if someone sees us? People know we are stepsiblings." "That is what makes it exciting," he replied with a smile. "Now go shower. But do not wash between your legs too much. I want you to smell like me all day." In the shower I let the hot water run over my body. My pussy felt tender and swollen. When I touched it I found it still leaking his cum. I should have cleaned it all but I only wiped a little. The thought of carrying his seed around made me ache with fresh need.

Mia's brother, drunk in my bathroom, made it hotter, tension coiling tight like a spring. He couldn't hold back. Hands gripped my hips firm, spinning me to face the mirror, body pinning mine from behind. "Need this... need you," he growled, yanking my shorts down in a rough slide, cool air hitting my bare ass and slick folds. His own shorts shoved low, cock springing free, hot, veined, the head nudging between my cheeks. He rubbed frantic now, sliding along my wetness, teasing the entrance without entering, the friction making us both shudder.

The host immediately asks, noticing everyone's attention moving to him. My brows twitch, “The problem is she badly wants me to be slutty with a stranger.” I blurt out, earning a glare from Xander. My lips press together as regret seeps through me. That definitely didn't come out right, I should have shut up. The host clears his throat, adjusting himself on the beanbag at the corner of the room, “If that's the problem, then I suggest you should suck off someone you're familiar with.” Hell no, that's even worse.