Novel & Cerita Wet For You

“Well, maybe Mom can find a way to snuggle up against that big boner of yours until we get to the campsite. Would you like that?” Tate nodded again, his cock throbbing painfully. “We could have a nice, private dry-fuck underneath a blanket,” she whispered. “Do you know what that is?” “Not really,” he admitted, voice muffled. “It’s when two people go through all the motions of hot, passionate intercourse, but with their clothes still on, so a guy’s dick doesn’t get soaking wet right away. That’s why they call it a DRY fuck,” she explained patiently, her fingers gently stroking his hair as she held him between her thighs. “But don’t worry, darling… there will be plenty of time for the real, we

“Damn, you're so wet.” Something about the way he said it made goosebumps trail down my entirety. “I'm going to teach you the meaning of sex today, and I'll make you beg for my cock.”

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.

I was already wet, my body responding to the familiar rush of performing. "Mmm, you want to know how wet I am?" I pulled my fingers out, holding them up to the camera, wet with my juices. I spread them apart, showing the thin, glistening strands of arousal connecting my fingers. "Soaked. Absolutely soaked for you." Holy fuck I can see how wet you are I want to taste you so bad You're making me so hard I let out a soft moan, my free hand coming up to cup my breast through the lace. I squeezed gently, rolling my nipple between my fingers, and the fabric grew damp with my wet fingers.

When she straddled it, I rubbed it back and forth through her folds, "You're really wet...drippy girl." She blushed, "I am a drippy girl...you know...I can't help it. I even get wet in class, if I happen to think about you...or sex with you." I grinned, "I love it...just means your horny...nothing wrong with wet and horny." She giggled with a sexy smile, "It's all your fault...you make me wet and horny."

At zipper height now, my lips are already moistening in anticipation even though my nerves are dripping cold sweat down my pores. "River, you don't—"

Wet sounds filled the dark room. The orgasm hit me hard and fast. My whole body shook as muscle spasms rushed through my belly and legs. I squirted heavily, soaking the sheets beneath me. A loud moan came out of my throat and echoed off the walls. I lay there for minutes, breathing heavily as my heart beat wildly for the night to come

“Full. Leaking. Walking around my apartment with my cum running down your legs because I told you to. How does it feel?” “Filthy,” I whispered. “And… good.” “Honest answer.” He reached around, pressed two fingers against the wet lace right over my clit, and rubbed in slow circles. “You’re going to finish the hour. Then you’re going to come for me while you’re still wearing these soaked panties. Understood?” “Yes, Daddy.”

“You’re really naked out here playing with that pretty pussy while my wife sleeps right above us huh?” I stood up in the shallow end, water streaming off my body. My tits were full and heavy, nipples dark pink and begging. I cupped them, offering them to him. “Touch me,” I said, voice filthy. “I’ve wanted your cock for so long. Come feel how tight and wet I am for you.”

“Fast. Your temperature is rising. And you’re soaking through this fabric.” He’s right. I can feel it, the wet spot blooming, spreading, and his tail presses flat against it, the forked tip settling over my clit through the cotton, and the heat—