Wetting Novels & Stories

She ground against me, smearing her juices all over my nose and mouth while I sucked and licked desperately. She came the first time with a low moan, flooding my tongue. I kept licking through it, cleaning her, until she pushed me back slightly only to pull me in again for round two. My own cunt dripped onto the carpet beneath me and the thick plug stretched my ass the entire time. When she finally finished, Ciara wiped her wet cunt on my cheek and stood up. "Clean yourself up and get back to work, whore. And keep that plug in all day."

The wet suction was obscene; I could feel every ripple of her entrance kissing the crown. Then we surged together. The partition rattled. Her ass cheeks slapped my pelvis through the opening with a wet, resonant smack. She cried out..high, trembling. “Ahhh..! So deep… God… stretch me open…” I held there, buried to the root, feeling her walls pulse and grip in slow, rhythmic waves. The heat of her was overwhelming,velvet fire, slick and tight, fluttering around every ridge and vein. She whimpered, rocking in tiny circles, grinding her clit against the base of my shaft.

It felt like a leash, pulling me to him. Another half hour. Still nothing. I sent another: "I'm so wet, sir. Thinking of your cock." Bold, but true. My fingers hovered over the keys. The office buzzed around me, people talking, phones ringing. I felt apart from it all, trapped in this horny fog.

She lifted her chin and motioned for me to join her. I stripped off my T-shirt, tossed it aside, and dove straight in, swimming over until I was right in front of her. “Damn, you look sexy dripping wet,” I growled, pulling her close again. “I like you even more when you are wet, baby.” Her lips curved into a wicked smile. “Well, maybe later you can make me dripping wet in another way.” “Maybe?” I let out a dark laugh. “There is no maybe about it, sweetheart. I will have you soaked later, that is a promise.” I sealed the words with a rough kiss, one that left her clinging to me like she had no strength left.

I know my panties must be wet, it has happened to me countless times, sometimes i even thought of how his huge dick will feel in my throat. I know am not supposed to have this feeling but i just can't help myself from admiring his figure. "he's just so perfect", i thought..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 .

She stood up, the robe now plastered to her body, outlining every curve. Ethan stared. His sweatpants tented obviously. “Shit… I’m all wet,” Victoria murmured, looking down at herself. She didn’t try to cover up. Instead, she looked at him with big, innocent eyes. “Be a good boy and help Stepmommy clean this up.” Ethan swallowed hard. “I… I’ll get a towel.” He returned with a small kitchen towel. Victoria took his hand and pressed it against her chest, using the towel to dab at the soaked silk right over her breasts.

Hanging back just a little, I kept pace as best as I could with Luna Ember until we reached the pack house. I didn’t stop until I collapsed in the forest by my clothes. Breathing heavy, I rolled onto my side and let my tongue hang out. My head felt light and I wanted to pass out. Even whining was too much effort. All I could do was breathe and get as much oxygen into me as possible. “You did so good, Winter! That was really mean of Maddox to do.” Luna Ember walked through the forest, already dressed with a water bottle in her hand. This time I did let out a whine and she chuckled. She poured the water into my mouth and I lapped it up before letting my head fall back onto the forest floor.

"And you brought dinner. How generous. I haven’t had boy in a while." "He’s not dinner. None of them are." "What a pity." Callie ignored her and helped Aubrey look over Matthias’s wound. They took off his hoodie and shirt and worked on cleaning his wound with some water. Aubrey had a few healing potions but they were no match for the venom. She wrapped up the wound in a bandage and tried to stay calm. Matthias’s skin was clammy and paler. His eyebrows furrowed as he slept. He winced in his sleep any time they touched the wound.

My back arched, showcasing my still wet, needy pink pussy to him, already glistening with arousal. He paused for a moment, admiring the view, the way my thighs trembled, the way my breasts swayed beneath me with each shaky breath. With a rough groan, he wrapped his hand around his cock stroking himself slowly at first, then going faster, his grip tight and precise as pre-cum beaded at his tip. He watched as my pussy clenched around nothing, my body begging to be filled. “Fuck, you're dripping,” he growled, bending forward to spit directly onto my slit. The wetness mixed with my own arousal, making me gasp as the cool sensation contrasted with heat between my legs.

I ignore it. It vibrates again, and I finally turn myself over. My hands slide over my eyes as I pick up my phone, licking my dry lips. “Throatgoat, you're about to go live on X-hub.” The message sent sparks of shock to my brain, making the throbbing increase. X-hub is a pornsite for girls who make blowjob videos and it's the worst place for a girl's video to be on–she’ll be tagged a pornstar for life.