That Will Make You Wet Novels & Stories

"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.

“So fucking wet.” I groan, listening to the sound of my wetness as he thrusts two of his fingers in and out of me. ‘ “Hear that.” My legs tremble as I bite my lips from screaming out loud. The sloshing sound of my wet pussy filling the air. I try to squirm away, the pressure feeling to much to bear now.

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.

"𝑇𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑛𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝐵𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤, 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢."

My legs were shaking visibly and i coudl feel how wet and soggy i was. “Time to do a kegel on my dick.”

She lifted her chin and motioned for me to join her. I stripped off my T-shirt, tossed it aside, and dove straight in, swimming over until I was right in front of her. “Damn, you look sexy dripping wet,” I growled, pulling her close again. “I like you even more when you are wet, baby.” Her lips curved into a wicked smile. “Well, maybe later you can make me dripping wet in another way.” “Maybe?” I let out a dark laugh. “There is no maybe about it, sweetheart. I will have you soaked later, that is a promise.” I sealed the words with a rough kiss, one that left her clinging to me like she had no strength left.

The bumpy sections of the road made me bounce and grind helplessly on him, my dripping wetness soaking straight through my thong and leaving dark wet spots on his lap. Fuck, I’m leaking all over him like a desperate little slut. But he didn’t say shit about it to anyone

I'm so wet already, but I'm also so sensitive that I tremble a little. I dip one finger into the wet heat, and I sigh loudly. I secretly hope he's home and is nearby. I want him to hear me pleasure myself. I want to drive him so nuts he comes in and helps me finish. I need to push these buttons with him. I want to see how far we can go. He makes me want to be like this.

He uttered another dirty word, but I don’t know what I am feeling with those words of his. Why the heck are his dirty and cursed words driving me nuts? Why the heck are they turning me on? Those words made me wetter. I swear, they really did. I poured a huge amount of saliva onto his thick hardened cock and romancing it. He screamed “That’s it bitch!”

Or her. “Come on, Channing,” Colby cajoled. “One dance.” Jarred from her fantasy of becoming a Colby/Trevor sandwich, she stammered, “I-I’m all wet. And I smell like beer.” Colby’s hot gaze zoomed to her chest. “I ain’t complainin’.” “You will be once I’m plastered against you and getting you wet.” He bent to her ear and murmured, “Nuh-uh, shug. I like my women wet. Really wet. I like it when they get that wetness all over me. All over my fingers. All over my face. All over my—”