Andrea Brillantes Finger Novels & Stories

My fiance was running down shirtless while trying to buckle his belt and right behind him, a lady in his shirt was walking down the stairs too. Holy fuck. “Maria?” His eyes widened and my mouth formed an iron 'o'. Wow. “Who is this?” The woman behind him cooed, looking at me with confusion. A stupid slut who had never heard the name. “My name…” I murmured as I removed the engagement ring on my finger. “Is Maria Rodriguez, bitch and bastard!” I threw the ring to the floor and walked out. I was so stupid. How could I not have seen it before? Was I really that oblivious to how he had behaved? God, I was so stupid.

Bloom has a gentle and free spirited personality, while Andrea is fierce and rude when provoked. It was beautiful, she flipped to another, that was when they carried their babies, the babies were so cute, she remembers being jealous of Andrea's green eyes, as it was a rare type. Back then baby Andrea was sensitive to the people that carry her, she wouldn't let anyone touch her except her mother, her father wasn't an exception. She remembers when her own daughter rarely smile, she was always expressionless... No matter how she tickles the child, she won't bulgde, instead of laughing like other babies who smile or laugh when being tickled she would start crying.

Andrius’ starry eyes glimmered coldly and raised his hand to deal the finishing blow, intending to kill them right here. “Don’t you dare!” At the critical moment, Clarissa shouted loudly and exchanged blows with Halle, then retreated and rushed over a loud roar. Rumble... Her speed was so fast that it caused a shrill sound. The surging inner energy from her palms made Andrius’ expression change slightly. Sure enough, she was a fifth Divine Step expert. Even if she was injured, her attack was not something Andrius could resist. “Hmph!” Andrius snorted coldly and had no choice but to dodge.

“Unless you want to spend every day of your life doing this.” Andrea’s chest rose and fell with quiet defiance. She didn’t want this—didn’t want him—yet something about the fire in his eyes held her captive. Against all reason, her fingers reached for the broccoli, and she began to feed him again... this time, more gently than before. And when his lips brushed her fingertips by accident—or maybe not by accident—Andrea felt the world around her tilt dangerously.

Her perky nipples were clearly visible through it. “What do you think of these? Too sexy?” Stephanie asked, performing a little pirouette. Then she saw what her friend was doing and she gasped in shock, her graceful dance-move ending in a clumsy stumble. Andrea had thrown herself back on the bed with her skirt around her waist and her hand was moving very vigorously inside her soaking panties. “Jesus fucking Christ, Andrea, what the hell are you doing?” Stephanie cried.

Andrea hesitated, her eyes glimmering with surprise. Felicia looked at her, admiring the way Andrea's yoga attire accentuated her slim, elegant shape. Her skin was immaculately smooth and silky. Long legs, a petite waist, and almost unjustly exquisite contours. Andrea had no visible flaws and looked effortlessly gorgeous with her hair in a loose bun and no makeup. Males and females alike were forced to pause and gaze at her. Felicia couldn't help but look away as soon as she spotted her.

“Luna!” “Mhm, I’m here. Hello, elders.” Briella turned slightly to look at them. Even with most of her face hidden, the sharp features under the spotlight were striking—her eyes gleamed like crystal-clear lake water, captivating anyone who looked her way. She pulled her hand from her pocket, revealing a pale, delicate wrist. Her fingernails were subtly polished, clean and immaculate. The five elders were visibly delighted, practically shouting, “Great, great! You’re here! Come up on stage, Luna!”

“I look stupid?” Gryphon erased all the sorry on his face, wearing a cold glare to replace his worried gaze. How could he forget that this girl had been always so cheeky that he would smack her just for saying things? He just gave her a warning finger gesture. “You’re lucky we’re in a hospital. I can’t be caught flicking your forehead… oh, wait, I can do that!” “What? No!” At the finger threatening to painfully flick her forehead, Andrea shot her hands up to catch his own hand. However, the bruises and overall weakness of her body kept her from moving all that much. She winced, not at the pain of the flick.

Andre replied, returning to her. "No from your fingers". Arianna replied huskily. Andre raised his palm up to his eye level wondering what she meant. Arianna admired his fingers not just that his masculine hand with the veins and tall fingers, it's one of the sexiest manly hands ever, she could remember the way he had used those beautiful fingers to squeeze her inner muscles round and round like a screwdriver. Only the thought of it liquidized her thighs, she got to feel the slippery fluid of her arousal and the hardness of her nipples.