Wrestling Drip Novels & Stories

His basketball jersey was drenched with sweat. My eyes rested on Jake who was drowned in the game. The ball was bouncing against the cemented surface as Jake dribbled it skillfully. His thick muscled arms flexed rhythmically as he handled the ball. The red baggy basketball vest exposed his veiny muscular arms and a whisper of his chest. A thick sheen of sweat had dampened the fabric of his upper back, his face was equally sluicing with perspiration. Damp locks of his golden-brown hair had clung to the sides of his head.

He immediately took off his foul smelling coat and threw it into the dirty laundry basket, then went to take a shower. Fifteen minutes later, Drake was finished showering. He wrapped a towel around his waist. His upper body was still slightly wet and water from his hair was still dripping down his perfectly muscular body. June slowly opened her eyes, but she could only see vaguely. His head still felt very dizzy. He saw the muscular, burly body glistening in the light. There are scars and scratches on several parts of that beautiful body. Whose body? June couldn't bear to think about it.

They made her crawl and clean both cocks with her tongue, licking every drop of cum, ass juice, and pussy cream. Lia lay there afterward, legs spread obscenely, covered in sweat, spit, and cum. Her holes twitched and leaked. She felt completely destroyed. And she fucking loved it. Ethan crouched down and shoved three fingers into her sloppy cunt, stirring the mess. “How do you feel?” “Like a whore,” she whispered hoarsely, smiling through the mess on her face. “Your filthy whore.” Jax laughed. “She’s ready for the team party tomorrow. Gonna let the whole locker room run a train on this cum-guzzling slut?”.

Chapter 4: Claimed and Flooded The stairs creaked again. Jake was coming back down. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to burst out of my chest. I was still bent over the couch with my ass up high, thighs trembling, and a thick river of Liam’s warm cum already leaking from my freshly fucked pussy. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air — sweat, pussy juice, and that unmistakable smell of fresh creampie.

She was wet. Dripping for him...

She craved to be chosen openly, shamelessly with no hesitation. When he entered her life, he gave her exactly that, intense affection, gentle touches, long conversations, and a kind of desire she had never known. For a sheltered girl who has always felt invisible, his warm affection always felt like a light at the end of a tunnel. But behind the desire lay something heavier. His temper, his violent stories, the weight of his complicated past, and the quiet way he consumed her emotionally began to drain her. Torn between the only man who made herpersonal story about the dangers of being intensely desired and the courage it takes to choose oneself over the person who makes you feel everyth

manner " "Are you a shrink or something?" "You never know, honestly I missed and frustrated too. Looks like you will be a good wrestling partner. The air was cold and I was following Mr Nerdy as he led us to what seemed like a private beach. " Wrestling...what?"I am harder. This guy is funny. "Are you serious, you want to do this?! " "Ready when you are" he removed his shoes and started rolling the tips of his trousers" "Mind you, ignore the fact that I am wearing a shirt that makes me look like a dork or something. I happen to be a professional quarterback and the gym happens to be a piece of cake. Do you want to do this?" I am already enjoying the feel of the sand beneath my legs, pent up

Dripping water on stone—an ancient method meant to break a person’s mind. I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to focus on anything else—the pain in his body, the exhaustion. But the dripping didn't stop. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting as hard as I could to block out the sensation. Drip.Drip. I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to endure.