Wetting Novels & Stories

He caressed her breasts with his hands and brushed the tip of her nipples gently with his thumbs. They were hard and ready for him. He sucked on her sweet spot, and she was wet. He could smell her arousal, and he could feel Echo trying to take what was his. She began to grind her pussy on him. She wanted him inside her, and the motion was so hot for Ethan not to lose himself. He was eager to oblige. Eager to take her. He wanted to make love to her in ways that she would be wet every time she remembered it. He tried to take her off him and lay her down so he could eat her, but she refused. Her pussy wanted him inside her. Nightshade wanted to mate because just as hard as he could feel her, sh

Shayra felt herself getting wet with excitement as he pressed his lips to her. “another round it is,”

She was dripping now, the wet sounds filling the room every time his fingers slid in and out. "You're so beautiful like this," he whispered, almost to himself. "So responsive. So wet." She whimpered, her thighs quivering. "Don't stop... please don't stop." He leaned closer, breathing in her scent, then pressed his palm flat against her mound while his fingers curled deeper, stroking her G‑spot over and over. His thumb flicked her clit faster, matching the rhythm of her quickening breaths. Her body tensed, her hips lifting off the table. "I'm... I'm going to..."

I guess this mess being a dream would be way too much to hope for. Too awake to lie back down, Emma lifted the shutter and watched the snow whip past the pane. The trees were indistinct, their spindly boughs intertwining as if they were holding onto one another for mutual support against the onslaught. The longer Emma looked, the more the wood blurred into a wall, giving new texture to the darkness. It rippled like black velvet with each gust, a swelling tidal wave. Emma slammed the shutter back down with a fresh layer of ice water on her face.

Shе mоаnѕ, brеаthіng hаrd аnd whіmреrіng аѕ the tips оf mу fіngеrѕ bеgіn to brеасh the lace panties ѕhе’ѕ wearing. The material іѕ soaking wet wіth dеѕіrе. I slide thеm slowly dоwn hеr thighs with thе rеѕt of her drеѕѕ. My fіngеrѕ ѕtrоkе and tоuсh the sensitive ѕkіn dоwn her lеgѕ. The ѕtеаm swirls аrоund uѕ, and ѕhе beckons mе оntо thе tіlеѕ undеr thе ruѕhіng wаtеr.

But the guys didn’t give up then and there. Fur is an insulator. It can retain heat but it doesn’t conduct electricity. While Jai didn’t really remember about this science fact, at least he still remember that water could still act as a conductor. And anything wet would become conductors for his sparks. But due to the seemingly, and not proven, thick fur, they had to wet it until it was at least half soaked. By half soaked, I mean when the water droplets start joining with its friends to smoothen the fur like hair under water shower. Because what Claude had done to it was just getting the droplets stuck in the fur separately.

I slowly wiped her body, maintaining contact with her beautiful caramel eyes. I caressed every inch of her body, my hands gliding along her supple skin, wiping away the lingering droplets of water. Goosebumps erupted on her skin in response to my touch. Electric sparks danced across her flesh, heightening the sexual tension that enveloped us in the intimate space of the bathroom. Her rapid breaths mingled with the intoxicating scent of her arousal, a clear indication of her desire.

"Tell me how fucking wet you are right now. Tell me your fingers are sliding in and out of that sloppy cunt right now. Tell me how much you want me." There was a wet, obscene sound on her side — the unmistakable noise of her fingers pumping into her soaked pussy. The sound was clear through the thin wall. Loud. Desperate. Real. "I'm… I'm dripping," she whispered, embarrassed and horny as hell. Her voice was shaking. "I can't stop… I've never been this wet… I'm soaking the sheets… my fingers can barely keep up…"

I wish I was there to lick you off. BESTIE : Okay, touch yourself baby. Me : Okay. BESTIE : Are you touching yourself? ME: Yes. BESTIE: Good girl. BESTIE: Tell me what you're feeling. ME: Wet. ME: So wet for you. BESTIE: Where are you touching? ME: Just… outside. ME: Circling. BESTIE: Slower or faster? ME: Slow. ME: Like you do. BESTIE: I love the way you feel when you're slow. The way you arch into my hand. The way you beg for more.