Wetting Novels & Stories

"MM!' She moaned in his ear. Alayna immediately began moving her hips without even taking a moment to adjust. 'By the gods did she get soaked beating on the twins?' If you've ever had sex in the water or shower before, let me tell you, there's obviously a different sensation between her being naturally wet and the water. If anything the water actually seems to dry things up so to speak. (Not literally but it's almost as if it waters down her natural juices, for instance wet your hands and rub them together, at first it's wet but dries up rather quickly. What I mean is you can definitely tell the difference between naturally wet and something else such as water.) Christopher couldn't help but

The warm tug against my scalp sent sparks through me, making me moan around him. The vibration made him curse under his breath. The more he moaned, the more I felt my own arousal gush between my legs, soaking me even though I was already drenched from the water. The steam made it feel hotter, tighter, like the whole bathroom was burning with the heat we were creating.

"my thoughts exactly, what you got in mind?" "Our hidden firework stash in the barn" "Yes," Acre says with a big grin, I can feel the excitement radiating off him, his wolf Forest is jumping around with excitement and Abyss my wolf he's just as excited, he's tipping at me. All of a sudden I feel Acres excitement deflate and Forest is on alert, Acre has frozen staring at the t.v. screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear

Tension crackled electric, the small bathroom shrinking around us. He had whiskey on his breath, and the smell was almost hitting me in the face, his one hand against the counter by my side, as if he was trapping me. I did a very big gulp, the porcelain was very cool against my back, and my tank was rubbing against his chest with every shallow breath. Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house.

He uttered another dirty word, but I don’t know what I am feeling with those words of his. Why the heck are his dirty and cursed words driving me nuts? Why the heck are they turning me on? Those words made me wetter. I swear, they really did. I poured a huge amount of saliva onto his thick hardened cock and romancing it. He screamed “That’s it bitch!”

"You're so wet for me." "Yes," she breathed, ready to come apart at the seams. Knots bunched along her spine, tensing. "Tell me what's next." "Pill?" "What?" "Are you on the pill? I'm safe." He groaned, rumbling her breasts with the vibration from his chest. "Need inside you now."

Gwyneth I was soaking wet down there. Marcus wanted foreplay, but I needed him to calm my body down first before any other thing. "Give it to me, Marcus," I told him between moans, and he growled. He unbuckled and placed himself inside me. I was soaking wet, and he pumped. I dug my nails into his back, and he pumped some more.

Her core throbbed. "You are so delectable," Martin purred. He moved away, allowing the water to wash away the slippery soap. He used his hands to help, caressing her newly clean, sensitive skin. Alexa reached for him, but a groan escaped him as he pinned her arms above her head, pressing her into the hard, damp tiled wall. "Don't move." Steam clung to the glass, blurring the outside world into nothing but shadow and light. The water poured in a steady rush, warm and loud, filling the shower with a hush that wrapped around them like a secret.

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

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