That Will Make You Wet Novels & Stories

"Its okay, Elena, I like it. I really don't mind it when you squirt like that. It tastes like you and its fun." "You really don't mind?" "Remember when I said I was a pervert?" "Yeah, but I thought you were talking about your thing with my feet." "No, that's a fetish. I like wet sex." Marie waited to see if Elena was disgusted. "You mean you like doing it in the shower or what I just did to you?" "Oh my, Elena. You really did grow up in a small town, wet sex means that I like to be peed on, like all over. Golden showers?"

Love dissolved into a crystalline liquid that spurted out to wet the carpet in her moving moans, hanging from the hairy tip like a tiny dewdrop. "Sir... I want to... I want to go to the toilet..."

"Fuck, yes... fuck, Daddy! Fuck me with that big dick!" The scream ripped out of my throat, raw, echoing off the cold tiles of the laundry room. I couldn't help it. My head was slammed down against the hard, vibrating surface of the dryer, my cheek pressed against the metal, but all I could feel was the massive, unrelenting weight of Kade behind me. My asshole was tingling, burning, stretched to the absolute limit by the sheer fullness of his cock.

I feel my wetness begin to surface as the movement of the riding crop around my body gives me a tingling feeling. "Now let's begin"

I just remembered something! — What? — he asks, and I get up and get out of the tub. — Where are you going like that? — Here we can walk around without clothes, Bunny! — I'm not talking about walking around naked, I really like what I see! — he affirms and bites his lower lip. — I'm talking about wetting the floor!

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.

His eyes were piercing my soul which were filled with desire. "See, I have this effect on you. Your body always reacts to my touch. Did it happen to others' touch? No. Still, you dare to deny on my face that it wasn't me who made you wet. Huhh! I will bend you over and fuck that attitude right out of you." My nipples went hard and painful. A rush of hot moisture soaked my panties making me shiver. "You think any man can make you wet the way I have made you?" I swallowed.

It nearly has mе ѕсrеаmіng, bеggіng him to plunge dеереr, and іn mу fаntаѕу hе іgnоrеѕ me аnd kеерѕ gоіng. I lеаvе thе shower runnіng аnd ореn the glаѕѕ dооr. I ѕрrеаd a fresh towel on thе floor and lay my wet body on it. I’m ѕорріng wеt, writhing аrоund, moaning and раntіng wіth hоw сlоѕе I am tо exploding.

“Because tonight, my sweet, you’re going to experience something truly incredible.” His hands glide down my chest, over my stomach, and lower still, teasing at the wetness between my legs. I arch my hips off the floor, unable to resist the sensation of his touch. “You’re so wet for me,” he whispers, his fingers delving deeper into my folds. “Your juices are already flowing freely, aren’t they?”

My back arched off the mattress. Tony: Good girl. The words landed low in my belly, warm and heavy. Me: Say it again. Tony: Good girl. Now the other one, roll it slowly between your fingers. Imagine it’s my mouth instead. I whimpered. My thighs pressed together on instinct, seeking friction. Me: Fuck. Tony: Hand down now, over the shorts. Just cup yourself. Feel how wet you are through the fabric. I slid my palm down. The cotton was already damp. I pressed, and the pressure made my hips lift.