That Will Make You Wet Novels & Stories

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.

Tell me how wet you are for this stranger who just bought you. She pauses, a hint of doubt flashing through her features and for minute I think she's going to back out but I watch her right thumb ghost over her clit as her eyes shut tight. She slides them down, parts herself more, then starts the first circle. Her hips roll up to meet her hand. “I'm so fucking soaked,” she whimpers at the contact, like she's crying for more. “Can you see how my juices drip down my thighs and I've not even got through the second—”

Bottom right: A woman in a bathtub in Austin, water sloshing as she rides a waterproof toy. I slide my hand down my pants. I’m soaking wet. The visual overload is intoxicating. I start to rub. Circle. Press. Drag. I match my rhythm to the couple in Berlin. The man is thrusting hard—one, two, three. I stroke myself in time. One, two, three. "SilkRose is being spanked," Echo notes. "Phantom sensation protocol active." I look at the feed. The woman jumps, her hand flying to her ass as if she’s been hit.

His nasty words has me gripping my knees together, needing to pat my pussy and hold back from cumming in the puddle. “And while your pussy opens just a little, I imagine poking my finger…” He pushes his hand forward and my pussy tightens between my legs like it just got poked. Oh, my god. How can words make a grown-up wet? “And fuck Berry, your slutty pussy squeezes my damn finger like a bitch.” “Fuck.” I sigh, restless. My body voluntarily slips down, arching my ass upward, needing his hands and cock. Needing him in the right places.

"I can see you're only trying to get me horny. Do you have a high libido, Don DeMarco? You want sex again?" I yanked her closer to me, our gaze meeting. "I only want to suck you, amoretto. My throat is dry and I'm almost dying. I need something to quench my thirst and your boobs can only help me." "I don't have water or milk in my breasts. What are you saying?" "Will you allow me finger you then? Until you cum."

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.

"Can I use your bathroom. I need to wash my face." Not waiting for his reply I dash for the bathroom. WHAT....THE BATHROOM? I can't think with him there. SO WHAT NOW? What now? You are the pervert here. But you got the best dirty mind. As if? But then. I turn the tap on, letting the water run. Cupping my hand to store the water, I splash it on my face and shirt, making it as wet as possible. Let's turn that phrase into a word. Soak.

"MM!' She moaned in his ear. Alayna immediately began moving her hips without even taking a moment to adjust. 'By the gods did she get soaked beating on the twins?' If you've ever had sex in the water or shower before, let me tell you, there's obviously a different sensation between her being naturally wet and the water. If anything the water actually seems to dry things up so to speak. (Not literally but it's almost as if it waters down her natural juices, for instance wet your hands and rub them together, at first it's wet but dries up rather quickly. What I mean is you can definitely tell the difference between naturally wet and something else such as water.) Christopher couldn't help but