Wet Novels & Stories

Bright

“Squirt on my face. I want to feel you lose it. Soak me.” The order lands hotter than it should. He drove his two fingers deeper, then worked a third inside, stretching me open while his tongue shoves and pushes against the stretched rim, licking around his own knuckles. Every thrust of those fingers forced more wetness out of me and he lapped it up like it was the only thing keeping him alive. I rock against his mouth, riding the pressure, and when he curled all three fingers and sucked my clit at the same time the moan ripped out of me again, louder this time, shocked and raw.