Wet For You Novels & Stories

I wasn't pregnant but should I buy a pregnancy test just to be sure? I walked back into the lounge area and the Petrov man sat with drinks in their hands having an animated conversation without a care in the world. Adelita was nowhere to be seen and Vera came in with a tray holding a colorful cocktail, just what I needed right now, and a juice for herself. She put the tray down took a long sip from the cocktail and handed me the glass of juice. "This is one of my favorite mixes, it has just the right amount of alcohol to make a girl happy but not enough to turn her head in and out." She beamed at me and I smiled as I took a sip from the orange juice which made me want to cry my lungs out.

I feel his fingers start to work it's way into my underwear. "You're so wet for me," he groans. "All I want is you."

Rather, she kept her eyes glued on mine and something on her face screamed. 'Go on. Dip in deep' "Are you wet right now also, amoretto?"

She was already wet for him. , Alex smile on her lips,feeling her wetness on his hand as he rub her clit with his thumb, making her jerk and squirm on the the bed, she moaned in his mouth and he left her lips , and start kissing her neck, with his hand working on her wet slit, "

I felt my breath began to cease, and my eyes almost roll to the back of my head as hot fluid gushed out within me. He immediately covered his mouth around my wetness and licked my juices off clean, before moving to press a kiss on my lips. Despite not feeling blood flow within my legs, I tightened my legs around his body which was pressed on mine as our tongue swirled around each other's, giving me chance to taste myself in him. I pulled away and scanned his stoic expression before smiling awkwardly, "I love you," I said softly, before pulling him back in for a kiss. **************

He rubbed frantic now, sliding along my wetness, teasing the entrance without entering, the friction making us both shudder. I arched instinctive, ass pressing back, showing the size, long, girthy, making my pussy clench empty. "Fuck.. Lila, so wet," he gasped for air, one of his hands grabbed my hair to turn my face, his lips were on my neck, dropping wet kisses going down to my shoulder, he was sucking really hard. Liquid pleasure was flowing through my veins at a lightning pace; I grabbed the sink with my hand, a soft moan escaped my mouth as his dick rubbed harder against me, slightly opening my folds, the glans was hitting my clit with each move.

“Not when you’re this wet. Not when your tits are this ready. Not when your little Omega cunt is already pulsing like it knows I’m about to knot you again.” I gasped.

"Just look at how petty you are! You made Chris all wet!" My wife was being stolen, and I was the petty one?! "It's alright—just go with your husband. My shirt got a little thirsty, so it drank from your cup." While Chris made Mary laugh, I began, "Mary, just listen. He's not even—" A chorus of gasps put me off before I could finish, as Chris shirt was so wet it bared his chest completely. How cunning—it was barely a few drops, so how did he end up soaked through?

I’m already soaking wet, dripping for him, my body remembering exactly what it belongs to. "Look at you…" He breathes, staring down between us, watching my juices coat the head of his cock as he rubs it up and down my folds, spreading my arousal everywhere. "So wet for me. Already making a mess. Just like you always did. Nobody gets you this wet. Nobody makes you feel like this."

but down here the only thing that mattered was how soaked I was and how hard they were. “Game on, cousins,” I whispered, spreading my legs just a little. “Let’s get fucking filthy.”