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The Wet Girl
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Her lips were smacking each other as she casually chewed her gum. Her eyes were fixed on him, but they looked almost bored, impatient.
The chewing sounds were mingling with her ass smacking on his pelvis, and the moist sounds of his cock sinking into her pussy every time. With every bounce, he could feel her full butt rippling under his hands. It was all he could do to hold on as she was riding him.
He didn't even know her name.
Her hair was wet too, stuck to her neck, having just ducked out of the rain into his hotel room.
Maybe he could call her the wet girl. Wet mouth, wet pussy, and now wet hair. She had been really wet when he first entered her, too. Her whole body was like liquid - pliable, unresisting.
That thought made him groan, and he turned them around and threw her onto the bed, on her back. She gave a small grunt and spread her legs for him.
Her big tits jiggling from the impact were too much to resist, and he kneaded them to his heart's content as he started fucking her again. She had an insane body, especially for an Asian girl. That was really the only reason why he even considered her offer.
An hour earlier on the night market of the city, she had approached him and shoved her phone in his face, with Google Translate open. That in itself wasn't unusual -- that was just how Western travellers and Chinese locals communicated with each other. The weird thing had been what it said.
"I like foreigners. Very tall, very handsome. Can we have sex?"
He blinked. There was probably some nuance lost in translation, but it was still embarrassingly direct.
He looked her up and down. She looked about nineteen, maybe twenty. Her clothes were unremarkable, revealing but not more so than all the other young local girls downtown on a Friday night: jean shorts, and a tight crop top baring her midriff.
But her body was decidedly not like any local girl's. On top of the full hips and big tits stretching her clothes, her heavy thighs almost threatened to pop them. And the small waist made her absurdly curvy, like a cartoon character. Just the sight of her made him excited. He had never seen a body like this before.
Still though, it was probably just some new scheme to take advantage of foreigners that he hadn't encountered before. There would be a pimp demanding payment after he followed her down an alley or something.
Flustered and grinning, he waved her off, and turned to keep walking. But she stopped him with a dissuading "Ah-ah-ah-ah!". It sounded Chinese even though they weren't even words. She was typing frantically on her phone again, her acrylic nails clacking, and then showed it to him.
"Not prostitute, for free."
He paused.
Eventually, he stepped up to her until her face was close to hers, and looked her in the eyes. She met his gaze with a blank stare, her mouth open.
He let his hand wander down her left side, and groped her buttcheek. The flesh almost spilled around his hand, too voluminous to be contained. She smiled for the first time, but without shyness.
This wasn't really a shady area, and she didn't look like a prostitute. She looked like a normal girl.
He gestured for her phone, and typed in: "Okay, let's go to my hotel."
It turned him on how quickly she undressed when they got there. In a few seconds, her jean shorts, panties, top, and bra were thrown into a pile. Clinically efficient. This was not the kind of girl you had to wine and dine.
He was plunging hard into the wet girl over and over now, pushing her supple body to its limits.
Her eyes were more present now, and she was breathing fast, looking up at him. Her acrylics were scraping his back as she held on to him.
He wanted to savor this -- she had such a delicious body. His hands roamed over her upper body, squeezing her tits, grabbing her face, briefly closing around her throat.
Her eyes lit up at that last one, so he kept his hands there. He didn't squeeze, but the symbolism of ownership was clear. Just for tonight, her body belonged to him, and she was helpless before it.
Cushioned comfortably by her massive behind, he sped up his thrusts even more, holding her body in place by the throat.
The wet girl was wet with sweat now too. She let out her first moan, guttural, almost masculine, and her vagina rippled around his cock. His lunges started getting more belabored, trying to stretch the encounter out. Nevertheless, he was getting closer and prepared to pull out in time.
Suddenly, the wet girl's eyes lit up with recognition, and she started feeling around on the bed for her phone. He paused, breathing hard, hands still around her throat.
Nails clacking again. Google translate again.
She had a crazed look in her eyes while waiting for him to read it, smiling in anticipation.
"Can you impregnate?"
He laughed in disbelief. He realized she was probably just teasing him or roleplaying, but he didn't care. The thought of knocking up this random gorgeous Chinese girl was intoxicating, the absurdity of it overwhelming him.
Before he knew it, he was already slamming into her again, this time with much more desperation.
The hands around her throat really felt fitting now. She had made herself into a fantasy for him, an object for his use - so he would treat her like one. Impregnating a one-night stand in another country, a faceless hot young thing opening her womb to him... it set off deep male instincts he didn't know he had.
He roared a roar of conquest, and kept up the pace. The wet girl was like a toy to him now -- the most exciting, realistic sex doll ever created. A Supersoaker -- self-lubricating for your pleasure!
His hands were squeezing now -- he couldn't help himself. He let up a little bit to let her breathe and a drawn-out high-pitched moan, feminine this time, emanated from her windpipe.
Her eyes were rolled back into her head, a euphoric smile on her face. She was glowing -- looking fully alive for the first time.
Then she stuck out her tongue as far as she could, stretching her jaw, as if by some subconscious submissive programming. Unformed, excited vocalizations lolled out of her throat.
The Asian bombshell was grovelling for his cum -- no, grovelling for his babies. Begging to get to dedicate her life to him, a random traveller. She was offering him everything.
Her whole body was jiggling under him with every thrust, held in place at her neck. Then, the wet girl's liquid body finally made him come.
It poured forth from his cock, deep into her womb. He pressed her into the mattress by the throat, immobilizing her to accept his cum.
He was yelling incoherently. It mixed with her frantic, overclocking, disbelieving moans as she realized that it was happening. He had always assumed those moans in Asian porn were unrealistic, but they proved to be real here.
He had never experienced pleasure like this, not with any of his spouses, with nobody. The rest of the world faded from his awareness, and all that mattered was pumping his seed into this hot, messy woman.
She was his. He kept fertilizing her young cunt, relishing in the depth of her submission, desecrating her holiest place.
He squeezed his hands around her throat again, and her legs around his waist twitched. Her eyes rolled around in her skull, her moans now cut off.
Eventually, the last few spurts coming out of his cock, he hilted himself deep in her to finish. A huge smile formed on his face. He was breeding this Asian teenager. He was breeding his wet girl. This was the best.
He let himself drop on top of her with a sigh. Her airways were freed up and she let out a final, loud moan too, gratified at being knocked up.
Months later, coming back from his roundtrip of the country, he returned to her city. He tried to find her again for several days, hanging out at the same night market.
At one point, he thought saw a pregnant woman that looked like her turn a corner. But he couldn't find her again - so he probably imagined it.
One part of him hoped it was all just pretend, that there was no child of his on the other side of the world, without a father. What had they been thinking? But another part felt immensely gratified at the thought, a beast, a conqueror. "That's what young girls are supposed to do," it whispered, "take your seed and raise your children."
But one thing was certain: for as long as he lived, he would never forget her - his wet girl.
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Posted on : Feb 12, 2026
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