روايات وقصص ضمن Wet For You

“It hurts but it feels so good. Like you’re here doing it yourself, watching me fall apart for you.” “I am here, watching you on the feed right now. Looking like a fucking wet dream spread out on my couch, legs open, tits out. Now slide two fingers down. Rub your clit slow. Don’t you dare come. Edge it for me. Tell me how soaked you are for me.”

"Take off your clothes outside and disinfect yourself before you come in." I froze, thinking he was worried about me. The next second, he added, "Natalie's here. If you bring any bacteria inside, she could get sick." My head buzzed again as my voice trembled. "I just buried my mother. Am I unclean because of that?" Josh froze, then sighed. "That's not what I meant. It's just that…Natalie…" He looked conflicted. His tall frame blocked the doorway, as if he wouldn't let me in unless I agreed.

“Look at what your wife needs, baby.” I parted my slick folds with two fingers, showing the camera how wet and pink I was. A needy moan slipped out as I circled my swollen clit, slow and teasing at first. My hips rocked gently, chasing the friction. “It’s been so long… I’m always so fucking wet for you.”

" I say, getting back on my feet again. He sucked his fingers right in front of my eyes, making that..this is so tasty face..and getting back at me. " I wonder if you're always this wet or do I make you this wet? " " Manwhore ."

I hold my breath as he is very close to me. “Well I can think of a few things we could do.” I manage to speak. “I’m not having sex with you.” Ethan laughs, “I didn’t say anything about sex. I know what you are thinking about now though. All you have to do is say the word, Whitney.” He leans down so that his mouth is at my ear. “Just say that’s what you want and I can take you back to my place right now.” I whimper. I actually whimper. What the … what is wrong with me?

His lips returning to hers, took the words from her yet again. “Mia.” he circled the tip of his finger over the bundle of nerve with light touches. Her breath hitched, but she stayed silent. “Ask.” “Is it a bad thing to be wet?” she rushed through the words before they’ll get knocked out. Her cheeks burnt when his gaze lingered on her. A smirk came into his face, on a contrary, “It’s a great thing to be wet. It shows you want this too. It shows you want me.”

“Now spread your legs wide and let your finger run down your clit and then tell me, are you wet?” I didn’t need to touch my clit to know whether I was wet or not because I already knew that I was, but I did so anyway. “Are you wet?” “Yes! . #TBC

I said in response, forcing a bit of comedy into my voice. "What exactly are you in need of?" He asked. "I need someone to clean up here because I'm at a witch shop close to District 5. Many spell books here would be beneficial to own. You should move quickly if I were you since anyone could storm this building at any time," I laughed. "I've emailed you the location," I said with composure, glancing down at my bloodied palm as I spoke. In a cool and collected tone, he said, "I will have someone come over right away."

[You make me wet] Trisha whispered back. Just as Denny could feel the sweet tingles of her crotch above his, Trisha could not deny nor conceal that she was feeling as delightful as he does, especially with his pierced pleasure tool rubbing at her soaking wet core. She occasionally touched herself while giving him an oral stimulation earlier, thinking she would need to prepare herself if he wanted her to ride him to orgasm, so she knew she was wet. And without a doubt, Trisha was also stimulated by Denny's groans and growls of arousal.

“It will only take me a second to make you quit, and you will not prefer my method” Daisy felt his breath on her face while he was speaking. She felt a chill run down her spine as a result of his cold voice, which also left her feeling eerily gloomy. She felt apprehensive and agitated by the cold vibe he emitted as his comments reverberated throughout the lift.