Wrestling Drip Novels & Stories

I’m about to lose it. Dre leans in closer, her breath hot against my ear. “I want to hear you." *God oh, oh god.* Her other hand tugs my sweats down just enough to free me completely, and then she’s really going for it. She moves with long, sloppy strokes that have her palm sliding noisily over every vein and inch of me. Spit drips down my balls, cooling against my skin, and she uses it, cupping them with her other hand while she jerks me faster.

Dantae defended making Darrelle chuckle as I smiled using my shirt to wipe my face, the scent of the peppermint in my hair become stronger because of the sweat my heated body released. "I'm a woman," I fired back as we began making our way back to the bleachers. "With a fast fucking release," Jason replied laughing slightly. "We having rematch next week," Dantae announced "Next week ain't gonna work," Darrelle announced. "Cause you know that was luck, ya'll wasn't supposed to win," Dantae fired at his brother making him laugh. "No, Christmas is Tuesday and Nia, her mom and her grandma making Christmas dinner I'm going to need about two weeks to recover," he explained making us laugh, the fac

The water cascaded down his chest, glistening under the light, and for a moment, I forgot everything else. As he stood there, droplets sliding down his toned muscles, I couldn’t help but admire him. Droplets glistened on his chiseled physique. His wet, dark hair clung to his forehead, accentuating his striking features. Ice-blue eyes locked onto mine, holding an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

They headed toward the exit before wandering off to the streets. A few minutes later, Darius and Lynette arrived. Aiden didn't seem to behave as if they had met before, he just ignored her even when she tried to start a conversation. She felt guilty that she was making him punish himself, but it was up to him to choose what he would become. As Darius led her to the basement where she would start her training, he promised her that Aiden would be fine and he won't let any harm come to him. After they arrived at the wrestling room, Darius pulled off his shirt, hanging it on the racks that were attached to the wall. A thick black rug was spread on the floor. Lynette was putting on a sweatsuit. H

I walked back to the edge of the bed and took a seat in his line of view. “Hi Callahan,” I singsong. Bleary eyes met mine. “That move was called a tornado DDT. I’ve been watching a lot of professional wrestling lately. What do you think?” I asked seriously. My techniques were more of the taekwondo and karate genre, but I liked the wrestling shows Rina had got me involved in since last week. I wondered if Grayson knew how much of an honor this was for him. He was the first person I ever used a wrestling move on.

His cum spilled out around his softening length, running down my thighs in warm, messy trails. Still sitting on Blake’s cock, with my chest heaving, and my pussy throbbing and leaking on his load, I looked straight at Professor Harlan. My lips were parted, my breathing ragged, my body still trembling from the intense orgasm…showing him without saying a single word just how much I had been dripping for him all this time.

Saliva drooled from the corners of the freshman’s stretched lips, dripping messily down his chin and onto his own throbbing cock. The locker room echoed with obscene sounds—wet slurps, muffled gags, and Jax’s low grunts of satisfaction. Alex’s hands came up to brace against those powerful thighs, feeling the muscles flex and bunch under his palms. He tried to relax his throat, breathing through his nose as Jax pushed deeper. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the drool. His own erection ached untouched, leaking steadily onto the floor between his spread knees.

"I can be Stella just for tonight so please don't cry." Risa nodded so I smiled a little, fixing my arms around her body. Noticing the wings were restricting me from embracing her fully, I take it off her and set it aside on the wooden floor. I hugged her again and she didn't say any words as she continued to cry on my shoulder. She may be tipsy or probably drunk because I tasted a little alcohol in our drinks a while ago. How much did she consume anyway for her to be this messy?

A heavy, thick stream of mixed cum and juices immediately gushes out of my stretched pussy, running down my inner thighs in warm, sticky rivers. I roll over onto my back, my legs still trembling and spread wide, exposing my dripping, cum-filled center to the cameras. Leo stands over me, his chest covered in sweat and oil, his softening cock still dripping a final few white drops onto my stomach. I look directly into the lens, my face flushed, a messy, satisfied smile stretching across my swollen lips. “Cut! Print it! That’s a wrap on Episode 4!” the director screams, jumping out of his chair. “Phenomenal job, everyone. That is going to break the internet for the holidays.”

All my work at the gym paid off as my reflexes were on another level. Seeing the opening, I delivered a kick to his wrist. The rolling pin flew across the room. Riding the momentum, I kicked him right in the abdomen. He fell on his knees to the ground, his hands over his belly. I launched my leg in a sweeping kick toward his head. Kent crashed into the floor with a loud thud. Defeated with no chance of winning, he pleaded for mercy. He then brought up divorce. Well, that was right up my alley. Nevertheless, Kent claimed he was a victim of domestic violence.