Wetting Novels & Stories

“We can’t… we shouldn’t have—” The moment his cock slipped out of me with a wet, obscene sound, a gush of our combined juices spilled down my folds. I whimpered softly, my walls fluttering around nothing. I was soaked. Sloppy. Dripping. The insides of my thighs were shiny with it. Damien froze. I felt his cock twitch hard against my ass as he stared down at the mess. “Fuck… you’re still this wet?” His voice dropped even lower, almost angry at how turned on he was getting again. “Look at you. My cum’s leaking everywhere.”

There was no warning as he plunged his fingers back inside of me and I arched my back, crying out as the sudden explosion of contact. Still, he stroked inside of me before scooping up my wetness. My eyes watched as he coated his cock, pumping it a few times with his hand. With his hand on his shaft, I inhaled and held it as he pressed his head against my entrance. “Winter, relax. I’m going to go slow. Trust me.” He smiled softly at me and I nodded.

"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.

Together, we will navigate shifting challenges, facing what lies ahead as a united family ready to connect with our wolves fully. Once I had finished my shower, the warm water cascading down my body was replaced by the cool air of the bathroom. I carefully turned off the showerhead, allowing the last few droplets to fall before reaching for a fluffy towel. I dried myself off thoroughly, feeling the soft fabric absorb the moisture from my skin.

My body, seemingly under his enchanting influence, responded by cautiously parting my legs, the fabric of my pajamas serving as a modest barrier. In a moment of intense connection, my fingers instinctively entwined themselves in his hair as he tenderly explored the depths of my desires. He started rubbing my wetness. With each deliberate touch, he skillfully teased, igniting a symphony of sensations that danced across my skin. “You are wet. Want to continue it in the bathroom?”

“I can feel how wet you are. I want to hear you say it.” “Yes,” I whimpered. “Yes, Azeem. I'm so fucking wet for you.” His grip tightened. “Show me,” he whispered. “Show me how wet.” I didn't hesitate. My hand slid down my body, past my stomach, past the hem of my sundress. I pushed my fingers past the waistband of my undies to the slick heat waiting there. My cunt was dripping, swollen, and aching. I pulled my hand back out and pressed my wet fingers against his lips.

She wants Aaron, his touch so badly. She wants Aaron to pleasure her. she whined pathetically feeling her laced panties soaked cause she was so wet that the thick fluids started sliding down her thighs. She was going to get rid of the wet fabric too when Aaron walked inside the room and the scene made his already hard cock aching inside his pants badly. He growled, his eyes burning red from lust and want. Girl squirms around the bed, whining because of Aaron's arousal. Affecting her in a good way. She feels so needy.

The room breaks into soft surprise and I can tell from the little gasping and murmuring. Thanks to the dim lighting, no one can see the tears flowing down my face. Xander keeps at it and I don't relent either and his thrusts grow faster, and I hear a faint groan that he quickly gets rid of by pressing his lips together. In no time, he pulls out, pouring his cum on my lips. And that does nothing but make me feel like a shameless slut. I wipe my face as Xander storms out with balled fists. The lights come on and the faces of everyone around is split with utter shock.

"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.