Wet And Messy Story Novels & Stories

It felt like a leash, pulling me to him. Another half hour. Still nothing. I sent another: "I'm so wet, sir. Thinking of your cock." Bold, but true. My fingers hovered over the keys. The office buzzed around me, people talking, phones ringing. I felt apart from it all, trapped in this horny fog.

They marked me inside and out, knots swelling one by one, filling me until cum leaked profusely from every hole. As the intensity finally ebbed, we lay in a sweaty, sated tangle. The brothers shared stories of their pack’s history—ancient rivalries, lost battles, and the prophecy of an omega who would strengthen their line. I listened, tracing scars on their chests, feeling the bond deepen with every word.

Instead I let my fingertips drift, slow and lazy, tracing the sensitive outer lips, feeling how puffy and wet everything still was. The chill on my skin finally got me up. I walked to the shower, stripped off my clothes, and let hot water run over me. It washed away the wetness, soothing my body as steam filled the room. I dried off, put on a sleep shirt, and got into bed already drifting off to sleep. Noah's POV: “We’ll be the first company to launch such an advanced technology this early!” the presenter declared, arms spread like he’d just invented gravity. I leaned back in the leather chair, arms crossed, and let out a slow breath. “Yet you haven’t gotten a patent.”

3’s mouth as well, leaving our lipstick smears around the skin of his fingers. Then he dips his fingers into his champagne flute, repeating the process again while we run out tongues all over his fingers. Then he does it the third time, then the fourth time, and by the fifth time, his fingers are totally coated with our lipsticks of different shades of red and pink, and yet dry from our desperate sucking. In a strange way this has made me horny, and when I look at No. 2 who's clenching her legs tightly, and No. 3 who's tongue is still out and her eye all hazy, I realise that they feel the same way.

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When I closed the door, she looked me in the eyes and said, "I'm so wet from reading your stories." She reached her hand down and started to slide it over her wet pussy. She wore gray leggings, and I saw the damp spot forming near her pussy. My big dick immediately hardened, knowing how wet I made her. I walked up behind her and touched her shoulders, giving a slight massage. She continued to rub her pussy through her leggings, letting out a little moan. I told her to hold off I would get to taking care of her shortly.

After few minutes: She went to the washroom to clean herself and take a shower. After she came out of the shower , completely wet and naked he just kept looking at her flawless body . She was the most perfect specimen of a woman he has ever laid his eyes on . Her boobs looked even more perfect than he imagined them to be when he first saw her in parking. Her pussy was so tight that it's not even funny how physically perfect someone can be.

His lips collided with mine before I could protest. He pushed back, until both of us were tripping on the bed. Then, Blake spread my legs open, hitching his arms under both my knees. He tilted his chin up in victory, eyes dancing around my body. “We've done more teasing than foreplay, but I don't think that matters because you're wet enough.” He leaned in, just enough to invade any personal space I had left. “You're basically dripping, like a wet dog… waiting for me.” I bit down on my lower lip. How much longer could I withstand this teasing?

“I do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have

“Gonna flood your guts with my load.” Mark moaned louder, pushing back onto that massive shaft. “Fuck yes, Cane. Breed my ass.” My knees felt weak. I leaned against the doorframe, one hand unconsciously pressing against my soaked crotch, rubbing my swollen clit through my shorts. I was so wet I could hear the squelch if I moved. My juices were soaking through the fabric, leaving a dark wet spot. All I could think about was dropping to my knees and licking that cum right off Cane’s cock, then begging him to use me next.