Wet Goodnites Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Alvin quickly took care of the purchase of Mang Lope’s land. With no issues from the old man’s side, the transaction went smoothly. The calm atmosphere of Sta. Clara had embraced them for the past few days, and tonight was their last night in the province. The evening was cool, and the sky above was dotted with stars, casting a serene glow over the quiet town. Patricia joined Alvin for a drink once again, the rustic charm of their surroundings adding to the intimacy of the moment.

I moaned loudly, my fingers threading through his hair. He didn’t stop there. He yanked my shorts and panties down in one tug, leaving me completely bare on the counter. His fingers slid between my legs, finding me soaking wet. “So wet already,” he growled, sliding two thick fingers inside me. “Your pussy is dripping for your father-in-law. Ryan could never make you this wet, could he?” “No…” I gasped, hips rocking against his hand as he pumped his fingers deeper, curling them against my G-spot.

I tossed the sheets in a ditch as the rain poured down. I knew the rain would wash the mud into the ditch to cover my tracks. I walked back to the truck and got inside as the rain poured down harder. I drove down the road with the windows rolled down as the breeze rolled in and the night air was alive with music of the creatures. I was getting a bit tired after a bit of traveling and much to my delight I saw a house in the distance with lights on. I pulled in and walked up onto the porch and knocked. After a while a woman answered the door and beckoned me in from the cold rain and offered me fresh clothes and a shower. I took them gladly and began washing the mud off of me. I slipped into th

I then noticed a comment in the comment section. "In the original story, Waylon's insistence on marrying Zoe led to a fallout with his parents. Zoe eventually drove the Sorenson family into bankruptcy, causing his parents to age decades in one night and commit suicide by jumping from a building. Their current situation just makes me want to burst into tears."

I'd been with Leo Blackwood for five years. But we'd never once made it through a mating ceremony. Every time we were about to seal the bond, something would happen with Linda—his adopted sister. And every single time, Leo would leave me behind. This time, he swore he'd planned everything down to the last detail. Promised he wouldn't miss it. I waited five days and five nights—because I wanted to tell him I was pregnant. He never showed. Instead, I got attacked by rogues. Got infected with wolfsbane because of it. At the very last moment, I called Leo. It was Linda who picked up. She put the video on, and that's when I saw it—Leo and Linda, right in the middle of some celebration. "Freya." H

“Tell me what you need.” “Transparency,” I said against his mouth. “We go public with the full story—the marriage cover, my mother’s betrayal, the old pack’s threats. We make it a live stream. Let the entire city watch what happens when an omega finally chooses herself. And we let them see you—the man who used to kill to survive now chooses mercy.” His growl was pure approval. “My fierce little wolf.” We spent the rest of the morning making love on every surface—kitchen island, shower wall, the wide leather couch—until the world outside felt distant and the only thing that mattered was the way his knot locked us together and the bond sang us through every release.

“Such a good girl.” He takes off his shirt and fastens his pace. I take all of him in my mouth with less gagging as I get used to it. I’m getting the hang of it. My spit trails down my chin and throat, but I don’t wipe it. I love it wet and messy. It increases the appeal and turns me on in a way I didn’t know it could. The sound of him hitting wet flesh echoes in my ears, and I’m loving every moment of it.

i quickly said sorry and told him i brought his juice before leaving his room with my heart pounding in my chest and my pussy so wet that i can feel it dripping . I ran all the way to my room, i quickly lock the door before striping myself and rush to climb my bed, i laid on my back before i raise up my legs so i will be able to touch myself properly, i imagine my dad fingers in my pussy as i insert two of my fingers and begin's to fuck my self, imagine his long and straight fingers pleasure me till i scream his name,, "Ahhh..uhmmm"

That wasn't an option I wanted to think about. Aaron groaned and stood up, his tall frame towering over me. He walked toward me, his movements slow and deliberate. "Get up. Not here", he said firmly. "7pm, tonight", he paused . "It's been three days already. And I'm dying to have dinner with my wife".

My fingers were coated, webs of slick stretching between them and Ryan’s cock jumped in his grip when he saw them. “Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re soaked. Been playing with that tight little pussy while you watched me?” I nodded my throat too tight to speak. “Words, baby. Use them.” “Y-yes,” I whispered but voice sounded wrecked already. “I… I had a dream and a woke up so wet I couldn’t think, then i came down for water and… heard you.” His eyes darkened. “And instead of leaving, you stood in the dark and fingered yourself to me jerking off.”