Novel & Cerita Wrestling Drip

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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.

CHAPTER 47 The Dragon in Human Skin Monday, October 14, 2028 – third period PE He walks into the gym like the air itself bows. Tall, black hair that looks wet even when it’s dry, eyes the color of storm clouds right before lightning. Captain of the wrestling team at his old school (somewhere in the Carpathians, nobody’s story matches). Transfer senior. Perfect record. Zero social media. Lucian Dragomir. And the second he steps onto the mat, every supernatural nose in the room catches it: ozone, brimstone, and old mountain caves.

Cold liquid dropped on my head and dripped down by clothes, dribbling into my shoes. The chilling liquid pinched my skin where wet fabric stuck to my torso. Morgan had just dunked the contents of the jug over my head and there was pin-drop silence for a few minutes in the common lounge, the only sound to be heard was the drip drip drip of liquid, dripping down my body unto the newly waxed marble floor. At least I got to figure out what was inside the jug. Turns out that it wasn't water or orange juice, it was actually red wine.

His trousers dropped, and his cock freed sprang upward and slapped against his belly. I stared. He was thick. Not just long, the kind of length that would punch cervix if he wasn't careful but genuinely, intimidatingly thick. The shaft was pale, veined, with one prominent ridge running up the underside. The head was a deep, angry purple, flared wider than the shaft, already slick with a bead of pre-cum at the slit. His balls hung heavy and shaved smooth beneath. “You're staring,” he said. I couldn't look away.

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.