Novel & Cerita Wrestling Drip

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

The dimly lit room was filled with the aroma of sweat, leather, and anticipation. Fifteen naked bodies were scattered around the wrestling mat, eagerly awaiting the main event of the evening. I, Melody Rivera, the reigning fuck fight champion, stood in the center of the ring, my toned muscles rippling beneath my bare skin. My opponent, a new challenger named Lex Lux, eyed me hungrily as he stretched his broad shoulders, his thick cock already hardening at the thought of conquering me.

His muscles ripple beneath his tight-fitting shirt, evidence of years spent honing his craft. I watch his every move, studying his technique, trying to anticipate his next action. But he is an enigma, a formidable opponent who keeps his secrets well-guarded. With a swift motion, he lunges forward, his arms reaching out to grapple with mine. I brace myself, feeling the force of his impact reverberate through my body. Our intertwined limbs form a tangled dance, each move a calculated step in the intricate choreography of wrestling. The room echoes with the sounds of our efforts—a symphony of heavy breaths and grunts, the rhythmic thud of bodies hitting the mat.

My boobs slapped up against my chin, and another thick gush of fluid squirted around his cock and dripped heavily off his balls. He turned it into a merciless circuit. Ten slow, grinding pulls where he kept me pinned deep, rolling and thrusting so I felt him everywhere. Then ten explosive releases that ripped me almost off his cock before slamming me back down. Every single rep forced more and more wet drops out of me. Some of it squirted in messy arcs that hit the mirror and slid down in slow, shiny rivulets. The rest ran in steady streams down the leather seat, pooling warm and slick beneath my red ass.

Not even one, so knowing that an Alpha was looking out for me was too much for me and I couldn't quite take it. My eyes returned to the black witch in front of me when she spoke again. "As I said, we've been looking for you for months, it started when the intoxicating fragrance of Moon Drip once reached Alpha Baristo. He immediately ordered his wolves to find where it came from but we were disappointed because the smell suddenly disappeared. But Alpha Baristo was so persistent, so he mobilized even us witches to help in the search. And we were not mistaken that we could find you here. The Cohen who possesses the Moon Drip— the sacred power of the blue moon."

She seemed quite calm and no longer worried about the wound she inflicted on me. Frey volunteered to treat my wound. She carefully wrapped my injured arm with a bandage. Her eyes lit up when she saw the blood that was left on my arm. “Are you okay seeing my blood right now?” I asked Frey. "Yeah, I'm fine," Frey replied slowly. “Frey, are you comfortable in that dress?”I asked her when I was about to get a change of clothes.The dress Frey was wearing looked very messy.Some blood was also splashed on her dress. "I'll lend you mine," I said as I searched the wardrobe.

Drool ran down my chin while sweat dripped from his stomach onto my chest. The AC was blasting cold air, but we were both sweating. My skin stuck to his thighs. His hand in my hair was damp. The room smelled like sex and sweat. He groaned louder, his hips snapping forward. Once. Twice. Deep. He held it there while I swallowed it. My throat worked as he cursed again. “Take it,” he rasped. “All of it.”

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.