Wetting Novels & Stories

This wa s wild, but kind of… intense to watch.

"my thoughts exactly, what you got in mind?" "Our hidden firework stash in the barn" "Yes," Acre says with a big grin, I can feel the excitement radiating off him, his wolf Forest is jumping around with excitement and Abyss my wolf he's just as excited, he's tipping at me. All of a sudden I feel Acres excitement deflate and Forest is on alert, Acre has frozen staring at the t.v. screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear

Tension crackled electric, the small bathroom shrinking around us. He had whiskey on his breath, and the smell was almost hitting me in the face, his one hand against the counter by my side, as if he was trapping me. I did a very big gulp, the porcelain was very cool against my back, and my tank was rubbing against his chest with every shallow breath. Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house.

He bucked third load flooding pussy overflow mix cum juices drip balls. Rode through waves slow grind draw last drops collapse chest panting kiss neck bite mark purple blooming. Rolled off side bed hand trailing stomach dip pussy fingers three scoop cum feed mouth suck clean taste us mixed swallow greedy. Bathroom break he said rose legs steady walked tiles cool shower running steam filling space. Joined water hot pounding skin soap lathering hands sliding tits ass pussy clean gentle fingers inside wash cum away but dip clit circle quick spark pleasure. Dried towels soft pat skin dry hair loose wet waves robe white terry tied loose tits cleavage showing.

An immersion. I approach. My fingers brush the edge, cold as well. I turn the taps. A rumble, then a gush of hot water, scalding, creating instant mist on the vast mirror facing me. I let it run. The steam rises, enveloping, fragrant. The water smells neutral, a scent of algae and mineral deposited by an over-perfect filtration system. But it is warmth. It is movement.

Tell me how wet you are for this stranger who just bought you. She pauses, a hint of doubt flashing through her features and for minute I think she's going to back out but I watch her right thumb ghost over her clit as her eyes shut tight. She slides them down, parts herself more, then starts the first circle. Her hips roll up to meet her hand. “I'm so fucking soaked,” she whimpers at the contact, like she's crying for more. “Can you see how my juices drip down my thighs and I've not even got through the second—”

Every movement he made, every breath he took, was like a compass painting her towards the true north of love. As they emerged from the water, the two of them were drenched from head to toe. Droplets of water cascaded down from their damp hair and soaked through their clothes, leaving them feeling heavy and clammy against their skin. A gentle breeze blew across the shore, causing their wet clothes to cling to their frames with renewed moisture.

He said, opening the buttons of her wet shirt and hastily pulled it off. "I just can't wait..." she moaned as suddenly he cupped her wet twins and squeezed them. He leaned in and started sucking all the water droplets from her neck, pinching her hard buds. She's moaning with immense pleasure, clenching his hair. He bent down and started sucking all the water droplets from her twins, rubbing her wet core vigorously. She is moaning, throwing her head back and enjoying the immense pleasure to the core. He always takes her to heaven.

"Look how wet her cunt is for us." I was soaked. My pussy clenched and unclenched around nothing, thick ropes of wetness gushing out of me, running down my ass, dripping onto Korr's chest. The smell of my own arousal flooded the room—musky, sweet, desperate. My clit throbbed, twitching with every heartbeat, the sensitive bud peeking out from between my soaked folds.

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