That Will Make You Wet Novels & Stories

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.

“Her pussy is so wet. What a slutty little bride.” Clara trembled, her breath catching as Parker slid two fingers inside her pussy, curling them with deliberate pressure. A broken cry escaped her lips, not from pain but from the sudden rush of sensation. Her hips jerked forward, responding instinctively to the deep, teasing motion, the unexpected pleasure unraveling her defenses.

"It's supposed to make you wet just thinking about it." Heat rushed to my face. Damn him and his ability to make me blush with just a few words.

That sound should be banned; it’s filthy, naughty enough to make a strong-willed pussy yield. I flit my fingers down my thighs until I reach my nub. I part my panties and graze my index finger over my womanhood, and yes, I just squirted involuntarily from hearing that sound. “Because it's tight and always wet for me. You know what's more?” He teases me now. I watch him spit into his palm and bring it down to his cock. The veiny shaft glistens under the natural light coming from the floor-length windows of the gym.

I feel him harden. I feel myself getting wet. I wet my finger, run it up the lips of my pussy and imagine it’s his tongue, wetting the wings of my labia, feeling them flutter and spread, circling my clit and flicking it. Blood rushes to my head, to my clit. I feel dizzy.

Water in the form of Richard. My eyes flashed gold as Kiayra threatened to take over, insisting on completing the mate bond. My legs were wet, dripping with the evidence of my arousal. My nipples were so hard they felt like bullets pointing towards their suspect. My fingers reached out to pinch them, rubbing them away from the clothes.

“You feel so good… my perfect girl.” We stumbled to the bathroom, laughing breathlessly between kisses. He turned on the shower, steam filling the air as he pulled me under the spray. Water cascaded over us, making everything slick. He pressed me against the wall, lifting one leg to thrust back inside. “Hold on tight,” he groaned, pounding steady and deep. The water made it intense—slippery, hot, every slide amplified.

“I am going to fuck you hard momm…… and Imma make sure that you need my assistance just before you walk… I am going to fuck your dripping pussy and make you crave for more.” Those sultry words held the right amount of sexual sparkles and they sent them cascading down her every vein, leaving her with goosebumps, her pussy getting extremely moist than it was.

“Look at what your wife needs, baby.” I parted my slick folds with two fingers, showing the camera how wet and pink I was. A needy moan slipped out as I circled my swollen clit, slow and teasing at first. My hips rocked gently, chasing the friction. “It’s been so long… I’m always so fucking wet for you.”

I wish I was there to lick you off. BESTIE : Okay, touch yourself baby. Me : Okay. BESTIE : Are you touching yourself? ME: Yes. BESTIE: Good girl. BESTIE: Tell me what you're feeling. ME: Wet. ME: So wet for you. BESTIE: Where are you touching? ME: Just… outside. ME: Circling. BESTIE: Slower or faster? ME: Slow. ME: Like you do. BESTIE: I love the way you feel when you're slow. The way you arch into my hand. The way you beg for more.