Wrestling Drip Novels & Stories

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.

I pointed out all the rational sequence of events. “That’s it !” Dre shrieked. “I am peeing on you, bitch,” he cried out and soon after an enormous bum was wiggling in my lap and a feeling of warm wetness spread soon after. Did he- did he really do that ? And then the stench of the guttural fluid hit me. He. Fucking. Did. It. On. Me. What a fucking motherfucker ! “DRE !” everyone screamed horrified but the bastard showed a toothy grin and had the audacity to innocently say, “T’was not me. It was this bitch,” and then he heaved a sigh of relief before slumping against me.

⸻ As soon as Coach stepped out, the team group chat exploded. Jesse: Yoooo new Viper drop just hit. Connor: Bro, he’s insane for this one. Tariq: He’s doing yoga now? Or is that p**n disguised as yoga? Jesse: Reed, bet you got it bookmarked already. Adrian didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. His silence was already an answer. He pulled up the video. MidnightViper in low light, spine arched in a way that made Adrian’s throat tighten. Fluid movements. Bared skin. The slow drag of fingertips across sculpted hips.

His hard cock pressed against my slick hole through his shorts, the thick length rubbing right where I was leaking the most. Draco carried me to his bed and dropped me on my back. He stripped his shirt off in one motion, revealing his broad, muscled chest still glistening with gym sweat. His shorts came down next, his massive cock springing free — thick, veiny, the head already leaking precum, the knot at the base starting to swell. I stared at it, my hole fluttering with a mix of fear and unwanted hunger. He climbed over me, his big body covering mine completely. One of his hands pinned my wrists above my head while the other spread my legs wider.

A gush of fluid, not just from my cunt but from somewhere deep inside, shot out of me, soaking Jax’s cock and thighs, splattering the sheets beneath us with a transparent flood. I urintated, my vision whitening, my cunt and ass clamping down on the cocks filling them in rhythmic, milking spasms. My breasts released a final, strong stream of milk, adding to the mess. “I couldn’t hold it,” I stuttered, ashamed. “That wasn’t urine but squirt,” Jax said, still thrusting hard. I heard Jax roar, his hips stuttering as he emptied his own release deep into my bowels, a hot flood joining the chaos inside me.

Her struggle was fucking real and I fucking fed off it. "Goodness!! Please! I think I'm about to squirt, I don't know. Whatever it is fuuuckkk!" She cried wriggling more intensely but I pushed her back to the wall pinning her strongly against it. . Of course she couldn't outdo me, I was a big guy, I could fuck her against my waist with just an arm holding her balance so she definitely lost in this one. "Knight.... Oh my gosh!" She cried so sweetly and next a warm liquid splattered over my lips which went down to my chin.

Heat flooded my face but I held my chin high, striding down the aisle past drooling frat boys who stared openly at my see-through shirt while Kai Voss added his piece from the projector cart. pushing glasses up with a finger while his eyes traced water droplets sliding down my neck into cleavage, voice casual but loaded. "You're lucky we're wrapping early tonight study group in my office after, all three of us, to address these consistent issues because we know that Brew Haven shift runs late, but extra credit won't earn itself standing there dripping on my floor." I dropped into the front seat, crossing my arms over my chest to hide the worst of the wet shirt show while they resumed their p

I dropped the crutch and then dragged my leg to the bathroom to take a shower. I needed a shower after the exercise in the gym room. I had to stay away from Alexander Tyrone. I was beginning to lose my sanity because of him. I pulled off my clothes and got into the tub to rest my sore aching body. I didn't know for how long I slept but I knew I did sleep for long cause I jerked up when I felt cold hands, pressing my chest. "What the fuck are you doing?!" I coughed out water and sat up.

I was still pressed to the wall. My breath hadn’t come back. My legs were trembling. His cum was leaking out of me in slow, warm drips down my thighs, mixing with the rain that still poured around us. He held me there for a minute, forehead resting against mine, both of us soaked to the bone. Then he looked down. Watched it spill from between my thighs. His cock twitched at the sight. “You’re dripping,” he whispered, voice rough, wrecked. “Fucking dripping with me.”

Drool spilled freely from the corners of my lips, dripping down my chin and on my heaving tits, where Owen’s hands still kneaded and squeezed. Jake hadn’t slowed down at all. His cock stayed buried deep in my pussy, pounding with that same steady, brutal pace that had already dragged two orgasms out of me. Every slam of his hips sent wet, filthy smacks echoing through the locker room, my juices coating his shaft and dripping down to puddle between my sneakers. My cheer skirt was still flipped up around my waist like a useless belt, the pleats sticking to my sweaty skin. My top was long gone, tossed somewhere on the tiled floor, and my heavy breasts bounced wildly with every thrust, nipples s