Wet And Messy Story Novels & Stories

“We can’t… we shouldn’t have—” The moment his cock slipped out of me with a wet, obscene sound, a gush of our combined juices spilled down my folds. I whimpered softly, my walls fluttering around nothing. I was soaked. Sloppy. Dripping. The insides of my thighs were shiny with it. Damien froze. I felt his cock twitch hard against my ass as he stared down at the mess. “Fuck… you’re still this wet?” His voice dropped even lower, almost angry at how turned on he was getting again. “Look at you. My cum’s leaking everywhere.”

The wet slap of bodies moving together. My fingers moved faster. I leaned my forehead against the cool stall wall, listening as the couple next door grew more frantic. The woman whimpered. The man grunted softly. I rubbed my clit in tight, desperate circles, thrusting two fingers deep inside myself, matching their rhythm. The ache built fast and sharp. My thighs shook. I came hard, biting down on my free hand to stay quiet, waves of pleasure rolling through me while the sounds of their fucking continued through the wall.

Every time I thought I was at my limit, Kade would whisper something cruel in my ear, or Brian would deliver a spank that reignited the fire in my blood, and I’d find a second wind. By mid-afternoon, I was lying splayed out on the rug, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I was covered in a film of their cum, my skin tacky and smelling of musk. The sheer stockings were torn, and the maid’s apron was hanging by a single string. Kade walked over and stood between my spread legs, looking down at me like I was something he’d found on the bottom of his shoe. "You're holding up better than I thought," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "But we’re only halfway through day three. Brian and Ken have som

We continued kissing while I stroke his length, playing with its head using my thumb then going to the base and back to the top again. "You are wet," I whispered and sucked on his lower lips. I almost laughed out loud realizing usually guys say that to the girls. "That's my precum," He said looking serious still and kissed me again torridly. He tried to reach out between my legs but I stopped him before he touched me down there. "I have my period, remember?" I wouldn't want him to smell my stinky blood in his hands. You know people's instinct to smell their hand after touching something they already know stinks.

The two feelings twisted together until I couldn’t tell them apart. His hand slid down my stomach, fingers dipping just under the waistband of my shorts. “Tell me to stop for real, Emily. Say it like you mean it.” I opened my mouth, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, a shaky breath escaped as his fingers brushed over my panties, finding the damp spot that had been growing since he grabbed my hair. “Fuck,” he muttered, voice rough. “You’re soaked. My little stepsister is dripping for her bully.” “Jake…” It came out like a plea.

“You’re so wet already just from thinking about him.” She dipped two fingers lower, sliding them through my dripping folds before pushing them slowly inside me. I gasped as she curled them upward, stroking that sensitive spot deep inside while her thumb kept rubbing firm circles on my clit. The wet, squelching sounds of her fingers pumping in and out filled the room as she worked me open, adding a third finger when my hips started bucking desperately against her hand.

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Was it really an accident or something else? Misti's parents fell in love with each other when they first met in the past and they had a fairytale-like love story. Misti is fascinated by the love story of her parents and she wants the same for her life but she does not know that everyone's life is not the same and her love story will be a lot different than her parents'. But she did not know that her parents had faced a very challenging situation in the past but they overcame it with their love and faith in each other.

Zane’s massive body loomed over me. His question hung in the air…“Did you get wet reading that, princess?” He asked asked his breath hot against my ear. I opened my mouth to deny it, but the words got stuck in my throat. My cheeks burned with shame, yet my pussy throbbed traitorously, slick and aching, a fresh gush of wetness soaking my panties. “I…I wasn’t…” I whispered, voice shaky.

“Does it matter now?” “Yes. Maybe. No. I don’t know.” She covers her face with her wet hands. I let exactly two drops of water fall before I move her fingers. Her hair is in a messy wad on the top of her head with loose pieces dangling all around her face. The steam from the water is making them wavy. She’s all disheveled, but she’s gorgeous and all mine. I hold her fingers in mine and bring them to my lips. “Tell me what happened.” I kiss the knuckles on one hand. “The whole story, don’t leave anything out.” I kiss the other hand and then press both palms to my chest so she can feel my heart beating.