Novel & Cerita Wetting

She was already wet for him. , Alex smile on her lips,feeling her wetness on his hand as he rub her clit with his thumb, making her jerk and squirm on the the bed, she moaned in his mouth and he left her lips , and start kissing her neck, with his hand working on her wet slit, "

Steam swirled through the master bathroom, fogging the glass and softening the sharp white marble with a hazy glow. Knox groaned low against the curve of Vivienne’s neck, his lips trailing slow, reverent kisses over her wet skin. Her pulse thrummed under his mouth, and every inch of her was slick, sensitive, and dangerously close to unraveling again.

He swiftly rushed into the bathroom, turning on the shower in the cubicle. Splashing sounds echoed as the cold water gushed out, instantly soaking Alexander and Coral. Alexander, with his exceptional physical condition and dressed in a casual suit, did not mind getting wet. However, Coral wore a dress that clung tightly to her body after being drenched, outlining seductive curves that were irresistibly alluring. "Coral, are you feeling better now?" With closed eyes, Alexander kept a distance from Coral and spoke in a deep voice, "Being wet for too long can lead to a cold. If you're feeling better, I'll turn off the tap immediately."

She aligned their vulvas, the wet, skin-on-skin contact sparking a new wave of heat. Colette began to scissor, moving slowly at first, grinding her pelvis against Claire’s in wide, deliberate circles. The friction was fucking maddening. She increased the pace, the wet, slapping sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. Colette grabbed onto Claire’s breasts, kneading them, her head dipping down to suckle at the nipples. "Oh lord... oh lord," Colette moaned, her own voice losing its icy control. "This little pussy feels so good."

Whitman said, with a teasing smile. “She just gets more irritable the further along she gets,” I said to him. “Unfortunately, there’s nothing I can do about that, it’s the hormones, and it’s different for everyone,” he said. “Let’s take some measurements.” Dr. Whitman applied the gel to her stomach and started with the ultrasound. He checked things, pressed buttons, and made notes in her file. He was quiet for a long time, so much so, that I was getting a bit worried.

My clit throbbed under my thumb, swollen and slick, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through my body with every frantic circle. A desperate moan escaped me. I was getting too loud. Heart racing, I forced myself off the bed on shaky legs, my robe hanging open, panties pushed to the side. My fingers never left my dripping cunt as I stumbled toward the bathroom, thighs slick with my own juices. I needed the shower. The sound of running water would cover my whimpers. I needed the heat. I needed… release. I pushed the bathroom door shut behind me and turned on the shower. The powerful stream roared to life, filling the marble space with hot steam almost instantly. I stepped under the spray without

The red pen returned, tracing the tender skin of her inner thigh, inching closer, closer until it dragged across the thin fabric covering her heat. The ink bled into the cotton. Soaked into her wetness. “Already marked,” he whispered darkly. “But I want to hear you admit it.” Her voice trembled. “I, I’m wet, Dr. Cole.” “Louder.” “I’m wet.” His grin was wicked satisfaction. The pen was pushed aside, replaced by his fingers. Rough, demanding, slipping under her panties to test her. She gasped when he slid two inside, curling, pressing against her sweetest spot with academic precision.

She grabbed hold of a sponge and soap and walked into the cubicle with me and started to soap my body from tip to toe, taking particular care to massage my cock which had already started to respond to the treatment that she was giving me. After washing all the soap suds off she knelt and took my semi rigid cock in her mouth and began to gently suck the knob until I was fully rigid once again. She continued to lick and suck my cock as I stood in the shower letting the warm water cascade all over my body whilst I gently played with her hard nipples. After a few minutes of this explicit treatment, stood up, turned the water off and led me out of the shower. She grabbed a warm towel from the hea

He was sucking the mess off me like he was trying to pull the milk out, his tongue scrubbing violently against my sensitive skin. "Mmmph," he groaned against me, the vibration traveling through my whole body. He pulled off with a wet pop, his lips were wet and shiny. "So dirty," he panted, his hand squeezing my other breast, smearing the wetness around. "You're letting your brother clean up Dad's slop, Elara. You're just lying there, letting me suck it off." He dove back in. He was noisy and intentional. He wanted me to hear how wet it was.

he said as I nodded before walking towards the car to only hear the splash of water followed by Jay's voice which made me giggle, "HURRY UP, ASH, THE WATER FEELS GREAT!" Soon, I reached the car, where I decided to change before wrapping one of the towels around my half-naked body. I walked back to the deck to find Jay peacefully enjoying the water with his eyes closed as his head leaned back on the waters. He looked effortlessly handsome, "Quit staring, girl, and come join me," he suddenly said causing me to flinch in surprise. I hesitantly removed my towel while keeping an eye on Jay before jumping into the water, "CANNONBALL!" _ _ _ _ _ _