Wet For You Novels & Stories

“Is this who you are? Someone who breaks her promises?” I shake my head, feverish, panting. “Good girl. Fingers,” he orders. “Now.” I shove my hand down my underwear with no grace. “Oh my God.” It’s just . . . so much. Way too much. “Why am I so wet?” “It’s normal,” he says. “You’re going to need it.” “F- for what?” He exhales against my shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. Just touch yourself.”

i asked "Why don't you cook and let women inside your house? Why am i here? she asked "I just want to know you better. You are different because you make me feel things. I want to explore these feelings with you if that is okay with you? i asked her. I don't do relationships, i feel they are a waste of time so i just have one night stands with different women. But with Serena, it is different. She did not say anything for a few moment and i was actually worried i said something worng, but she later spoke

She was open and exposed. Her fingers danced around her pussy, which was wet and puffed with longing. She spread her folds wide with two of her fingers, holding them apart for him to look at. The firefight glistened off her wetness. "See, Aric," she insisted, her voice vibrating with the depth of her own feeling. "Look at how wet I am. Because of you, it’s all for you." She did not wait for a response.

crack “You weren’t what? Enjoying yourself in my wife’s gown? Stealing from her closet? Making yourself wet in my bed?” Tears pricked my eyes. But my body betrayed me, pressing back into his hand, begging silently for more. “Filthy little maid,” he rasped. His fingers slipped between my thighs now, finding the slick proof of my guilt. He groaned, low and guttural. “God, you’re soaked.” I whimpered, shamed by the sound of his fingers gliding through me, wetter with every stroke.

The wet fabric had gone transparent, clinging to Val's chest, exposing the sharp, dark points of his nipples. "You're... you're soaked," Finn rasped. His self-control was fraying. "I seem to be wet around you a lot," Val blurted out. His eyes went wide as the double meaning hit the air. He stayed frozen for a second, long enough for Finn to imagine exactly how that mouth would feel on him. "I mean... the rain, the hot tub... now this." Finn didn't back off. He ignored every instinct telling him to run. He reached out, gripping the hem of Val’s damp shirt, pulling the cold cloth away from his skin.

Seducing Stepfather. KIRA'S fingers delved deeper, finding the slickness already coating her. Her breath hitched, a small, wet sound swallowed by the quiet apartment. She arched her back slightly against the rough fabric of the couch, eyes fixed on the door, a silent countdown ticking inside her. Each stroke of her middle finger against her clit sent a shiver through her, a needy tremor that settled low in her belly. She imagined him, the heavy thud of his boots on the stairs, the jingle of keys. Her clit throbbed, a demanding pulse mirroring the anticipation that coiled tight in her gut. She was wet, so wet, a warm, insistent dampness spreading between her legs.

"Sucking me while she was standing right there. You’re a dirty little slut, Maya. You’ve been wanting this since the day I moved in." Maya didn't flinch. She leaned back on her elbows, her breasts spilling out of her lace bra, her nipples dark and painfully hard in the dim light. She looked down at his cock, then back up at him with a smirk that was pure poison. "I wanted to see if you’d actually do it," she whispered. She reached down, her fingers spreading her own labia wide, exposing her soaking wet pussy and her swollen, red clit to his gaze. "I wanted to see if you had the balls to claim what’s yours while your wife was three feet away. Does my heat make your head swim, Silas? Is it tig

The door swung shut behind them and the sound of the hallway disappeared. The Wet Room was different. Brighter. White tile from floor to ceiling, wet with condensation. A wide bench in the center, padded with vinyl. Shower heads on the walls. A full-length mirror on one side. The air was heavy and damp and smelled like soap and sex. They were alone.

Her tits bounce a little under her top every time she tries not to moan and fails, a broken sound getting lost under Hale saying, “Pre-cum on the head of a cock does the same job your slick is doing right now. It lets the shaft follow. It lets the stretch happen without tearing. That is why a wet cunt takes a thick cock easier than a dry one. That is why you do not start rough if she is not dripping first.” I am dripping. I can feel it running down Jake’s fingers and onto his palm and then onto his jeans, a hot wet patch under my ass that gets bigger every time I grind.

I was still dripping wet from watching Emily fuck herself, I had thought talking with Celine would have eased things up a bit, but the more she went on, the harder I got. I sat into the bath tube spreading my legs open in the best way they could, then I shut my eyes close as I slowly rubbed on my pussy, I went slowly on it, taking in all the sensation I could get from that as I pictured Emilie wet slippery pussy, I slowly slide a finger into my whole, I really had gotten so wet I must say. I slid in the second and the third and moaned out lightly. “Ohhhh, shit!” I muttered out in pleasure as I picked up my olisbos and swiftly pushed it into my hole.