Novel & Cerita Wetting

" Before I came here, Tylor was doing something to me and I felt wet in my intimate area. I thought it was my period, but it wasn't," She cups my flushing cheeks, pinching them. I was kinda shy and embarrassed. " you're such a cute, little innocent human, it's called being wet," " wet? what does it mean to be wet?" I ask her, a little confused She sighs " what he was doing to you made your body excited, your little honey pot got excited, and she released liquid ready for the big part and that is the insertion of his Honey stirrer," " Do you understand now? " she says as if talking to a baby. I nod my head and we go back to cleaning.

“Oh god… Doctor!” Jess laughed softly. “She’s soaking wet already. Her pussy is dripping down her thighs.” Freya added a second finger, thrusting slowly while twisting. “That’s it… open up for me. Such a dirty, needy girl.” Her fingers pumped faster, curling inside me. Jess reached underneath and rubbed my swollen clit in firm circles. I came hard within minutes, crying out as my juices gushed. The two women kissed hungrily above me, tongues sliding together, while they prepared the enema.

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.

The middle of his chest to his stomach looked like it would be white, if it was clean. “The wolves here usually clean themselves as humans,” Jackson said. Wren didn’t respond or change back. “All right, well… I guess it’s a good thing I have a large tub. Get in.” Wren stood and cautiously stepped into the tub. He froze once his first paw hit the water, then scrambled in the rest of the way. Jackson stepped back in an effort to avoid the water sloshing over the side of the tub. He stared at Wren, who had lowered himself down into the water so the top of his head, sunglasses, and nose were the only things exposed to the air.

Or her. “Come on, Channing,” Colby cajoled. “One dance.” Jarred from her fantasy of becoming a Colby/Trevor sandwich, she stammered, “I-I’m all wet. And I smell like beer.” Colby’s hot gaze zoomed to her chest. “I ain’t complainin’.” “You will be once I’m plastered against you and getting you wet.” He bent to her ear and murmured, “Nuh-uh, shug. I like my women wet. Really wet. I like it when they get that wetness all over me. All over my fingers. All over my face. All over my—”

he replied, matching her urgency, his voice a low growl filled with longing. He penetrated her deeper, their bodies becoming a beautiful mess of water and desire, intertwining with each blissful movement. The sensation was electric, the water cascading around them amplifying their every touch. Aria could feel the heat radiating from him, every inch of their skin glistening under the warm spray, making them both acutely aware of the intimate connection they shared. It was as if the water itself was a lover, wrapping around them, heightening their arousal with each droplet that kissed their skin.

Love dissolved into a crystalline liquid that spurted out to wet the carpet in her moving moans, hanging from the hairy tip like a tiny dewdrop. "Sir... I want to... I want to go to the toilet..."

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 .

Wet and warm. "Fuck, Aurelia!"