Wet Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

The wet, *plap-plap-plap* sounds filled the office. Sophie sobbed loudly into the cushion, tears soaking the leather as her body was rocked forward with each brutal thrust. Her young ass jiggled beautifully every time his hips slammed against her. Alexander reached forward and wrapped her long hair around his fist, yanking her head back so he could hear her cries better. “Fuck, your pussy is gripping me like a vice,” he groaned. “Even when you’re crying, you’re getting wetter for me.”

She licked around her lips, cleaning up the semen that had spilled on her chin and cheek. I zipped up. What a sight she was! Her eyes dreamily returned their gaze to me when she heard the zipper. She started to say something, but the words caught in her throat. Her hand slid out of her crotch. It was as wet as if she'd dipped it in wine. I took it in my own, kissed the wetness, and put it to her mouth for her to lick.

The wet squelching sounds were absolutely obscene. “You’re such a disgusting little fist slut,” she laughed. “Taking my whole hand like a cheap whore. I bet Maya would die if she saw her best friend getting fisted by her big sister.” The dirty talk sent me over the edge again. I came violently around her fist, my pussy gushing and squirting all over her arm and the bed. Lena kept fisting me through it, drawing out the orgasm until I was sobbing with pleasure. She finally pulled her hand out slowly, leaving my cunt gaping wide open. She brought her soaked fist to my mouth.

Eight cocks erupt in unison, thick ropes painting my face, tits, stomach, hair, open mouth, until I’m glazed like a fucking donut. I swallow what I can, let the rest drip down my chin. Jace crouches, wipes a streak of cum across my lips with his thumb. “Tomorrow night,” he says, voice rough with lust and something darker, “we’re filling the whirlpool. You’re going to learn what it feels like to be the team’s cum bath.” He kisses my forehead, gentle for once.. Five nights down. Three to go. And I’ve never been wetter in my life.

growled dirty. Dropped wet kisses on neck, buried face between thighs bent over counter. Tongue battled core, sucking. Intoxicated; grasped breast, moaned hushed. "Ahhh... don't stop... here?" Wide quiet scream. Saliva sprinkled, mouthed pussy, sucked. "Oh yea... ageeeeghhhh... hhhh." Fluid more, fingers through two pounding rough. "Harder... harder brother's fingers!" Arched subtle. Deeper pumps. "Aaaaaaa..... hhhhh!" Muffled climax, he licked clean.

She was tight, hot, clenching around me like she did not want to let go. The wet heat coated my skin instantly. I added a second finger, curling then, pumping gently. Wet sounds filled the quiet room, soft and filthy, like quiet squelches that made my mouth water. Lenny’s head fell back against the pillow. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of the sheets. “Caleb… Caleb… pleeeaaaseeee” “Yes Lenny. You like that, don't you? Like how I take care of you?” “You're so fucking tight,” I growled. “So fucking wet.”

The moment he stepped closer to me, I realized this could never be a police officer. Police officers are not usually this handsome and fit. Fuck, I couldn't believe who I was seeing. Bishop! The Managing Director at Wet Nights Club. Wet Nights is an elite club for mostly the top citizens of the states. I've been hearing about Wet Nights and I've dreamt of working at the club as a performer because I heard they pay their dancers very high. But it's not easy to get a job at Wet Nights. Though, it's a popular club but it held a lot of secrets, secrets that shouldn't be known outside the club. Due to their delicate nature of treating their clients with secrecy, they're being extremely careful ab

I whispered, looking up into his eyes. I dropped to my knees on the wet tile. Water cascaded over us as I swirled my tongue around his swollen head, savoring the salty tang of pre-cum. I took him deeper, working my hand in rhythm with my mouth, sucking with wet, obscene sounds. Marcus groaned, fingers threading through my wet hair. I bobbed faster, hollowing my cheeks, taking him to the back of my throat until my eyes watered. His hips twitched; I could feel him fighting the urge to fuck my face.

He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him. After he was done . He went to the washroom to take a shower. When he came out he saw Sunna waking up. "Hi, are you fine, hottie? " said Nikhil with a smirk on his face. Sunna noticed white load coming out of her vagina. "I am fine " saying this, she went to the washroom. He followed her to the washroom. "Sir, you are here" said Sunna, seeing Nikhil inside the washroom "Ye, I am here. I just want to see you bathe. Do you have any problems?"