That Will Make You Wet Novels & Stories

I know my panties must be wet, it has happened to me countless times, sometimes i even thought of how his huge dick will feel in my throat. I know am not supposed to have this feeling but i just can't help myself from admiring his figure. "he's just so perfect", i thought..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 .

“But for the second one, you're on your back.” “Yes, whatever you want, just like before. Wet.” Arini whispered meaningfully. “Ready, darling. I'll make you pee anyway.”

The one word, low. Heated. I felt a tickle of wetness drip out of me trailing down my crack.. Oh fudging fudge… I was throbbing down there, so wet and sensitive. It would sting like a bitch, still my toes curled at the thought as I begged “Please” His eyes remain passive as he prompted. “Legs, baby”

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.

“This pussy is made for taking multiple cocks. Listen to how wet and sloppy she sounds. She’s dripping all over our balls.” The wet, obscene squelching noises of my overstretched cunt filled the steamy shower with every thrust. Water from the overhead sprays continued raining down on us, making everything slicker, messier, and even filthier. My heavy tits bounced with every powerful upward stroke, nipples tight and aching, begging for attention.

But tonight, it's more than just cleansing my body; it's about exploring the depths of my desires. I step under the cascading water, the warm droplets caressing my skin. Each drop feels like a gentle kiss, awakening every nerve ending in my body. I close my eyes, imagining it's Knight's touch, his hands roaming over my curves, his lips grazing my neck. The fantasy ignites a fire within me, making my skin tingle with anticipation.

The water from the shower suddenly dropped to my body, which made the two of us to be wet. It is just so good to make love under the cold shower with the man I love the most. Drake started unbuttoning my clothes, leaving nothing in my body. He lay me down to the ground and open my legs wider for him to take my wet ass. Drake began playing my ass, gently rubbing my clit with his tongue, which makes me groaned in pleasure.

My clit throbbing like a live wire. I reached between my legs and groaned. Sticky. Slippery. Slutty. I rubbed slow at first. Fingertips circling. Teasing. Then faster. Harder. I moaned. “Please…” The water hissed. The tile steamed. And still, I kept going. “Use me…” I whispered. “Make me yours…” I imagined him behind me. Big. Silent. Furious. His eyes locked on my body. His cock thick in his fist.

"Do what you need to. Don't let them win. Please don't let them win." Quill stepped toward the tarp cautiously. He picked up a brush, dipping it into one of the cans. The first stroke was hesitant, the bristles dragging across the fabric in uneven lines. He paused before dipping the brush again, this time pressing harder. The next strokes came quicker. Quill switched brushes, grabbing another and covering the tarp in broad streaks as he allowed the anger to pour out.

Shamefully, eagerly wet. His fingers traced the edge of my panties, feeling how soaked the fabric had become. A quiet shiver ran through me as he pressed the flat of his hand firmly against my center, rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit through the drenched lace. The pressure was perfect, teasing yet deliberate. On the screen, a woman screamed as something monstrous chased her through a pitch-black forest, but I could barely register it. All my mind was focused on was Lucas’s hand working between my spread thighs in the dark.