That Will Make You Wet Novels & Stories

"You're so wet." "I'm wet for you," she gasped, locking her gaze with mine as she pushed down harder against me. "Look at me, Jess. Don't look away." She increased the pace, grinding her pelvis against mine with force. The constant friction on our clits was too much to handle. Mable’s breath hitched, her eyes widening as she shuddered violently. She let out a loud, broken cry, coming hard right over me, her wetness soaking into my own skin.

[You make me wet] Trisha whispered back. Just as Denny could feel the sweet tingles of her crotch above his, Trisha could not deny nor conceal that she was feeling as delightful as he does, especially with his pierced pleasure tool rubbing at her soaking wet core. She occasionally touched herself while giving him an oral stimulation earlier, thinking she would need to prepare herself if he wanted her to ride him to orgasm, so she knew she was wet. And without a doubt, Trisha was also stimulated by Denny's groans and growls of arousal.

I whispered, looking up into his eyes. I dropped to my knees on the wet tile. Water cascaded over us as I swirled my tongue around his swollen head, savoring the salty tang of pre-cum. I took him deeper, working my hand in rhythm with my mouth, sucking with wet, obscene sounds. Marcus groaned, fingers threading through my wet hair. I bobbed faster, hollowing my cheeks, taking him to the back of my throat until my eyes watered. His hips twitched; I could feel him fighting the urge to fuck my face.

Life didn't just pass me by. Evening came and I just stepped out of the steaming bath the maids had just prepared for me. It was sizzling and humidly intense, a kind of bath that's best fun with your partner. A very much cozy place to be fucked until you can't use your legs anymore.

He called the maid to clean the mess up and then got on his knees trying to remove the glass from my leg. His rough hands ran on my naked leg but he didn't break the eye contact. He was asking me to look in his eyes. He moved his hand on my leg tickling me but he was actually searching for the glass piece staring in my eyes. I was mesmerized by his hallucinating capabilities that when he got up, I couldn't blink my eyes even after.

I swirled my right nipple between my thumb and my index finger and the pleasure shot through my body My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before I responded. -You’re already making me wet- I replied, my hands massaging my nipple. -I bet you are. Now, slip your hand under your shorts. Feel how wet you are for me. Imagine it’s my fingers stroking you, teasing you.-

"You keep telling yourself that, but I'd bet if I lifted this skirt higher, you'd be wet. I bet in no time at all I could make you whimper, not like you did in the bathroom when you were listening, but this time loud enough that Jorge could hear you." Inappropriate. The word is losing its meaning. The combination of his voice and touch sends bolts of lightning straight to my core that is just as he described it—wet. I sway toward him before coming to my senses and take a step back. "Pretend, Mr. Willis. One weekend."

[“And I have my eyes closed, trying to picture what you look like…all hot…and alone…in your big soft bed.]” I’ve never heard anyone moan through a link before, but the sound that Wills makes at my words has me gripping my cock tight as I try to keep myself from cumming in my pants like a teenager. It vibrates through me, hitting low and making me break out in a sweat.

"Feeling how wet you are, how tight. Finding that spot inside you that makes your back arch. Making you come on my fingers, on my tongue, watching you fall apart." "Zade—" My voice was barely a whisper.

"Look how wet her cunt is for us." I was soaked. My pussy clenched and unclenched around nothing, thick ropes of wetness gushing out of me, running down my ass, dripping onto Korr's chest. The smell of my own arousal flooded the room—musky, sweet, desperate. My clit throbbed, twitching with every heartbeat, the sensitive bud peeking out from between my soaked folds.