Andrea Brillantes Finger Novels & Stories

There was no way I would allow them to see that I was worried. “Make her shift.” Brandon walked closer to me and reached out a hand towards me. “Are you fucking stupid?” Vince went to pull him back, but I lunged. He was quick, but I was quicker. I snapped my jaws, and Brandon screamed, blood pouring from his hand. Vince pulled him back and turned him to face him. Morgan and Rick turned to look, and both winced when they saw I took three of his fingers. Brandon was screaming, holding up his hand and watching the blood pour down his arm. Vince was holding his hand up and looking at the severed stumps. “What the fuck were you thinking? We cornered her, and she already took off half my fucking f

Ryker asked, turning his body to wherever she walked. Aindrea stopped and raised three fingers, then with a smile, she shrugged, "Correct me if I'm wrong. I think we have Andrea Accardo, then Ann Accardo and finally, Luca Darius. Did I miss or omit any of them?" Ryker had a stoic face as he stared at her, but Aindrea who had had a lot of time to study each and everyone of her opponent in secret knew he had something sinister running through his mind.

she says. Andrea goes to the back of the box. My panties are still pulled down from where the man hit me with a paddle. Andres tears them off of me. "You will not be needing these, now that you are my breeder, whore," Andrea says. She smacks me on the ass. I hear Andrea slip on a glove. I feel her hand at my opening. I brace myself for her to invade me. As she starts to slide her hand into me to check to see if I am a virgin, Tia starts screaming and throwing a fit. Andrea stops.

Until I couldn't be sure what color they were anymore. Still brown. Still mine. Or were they? I touched my face. The scar on my lip. The one Lin had traced when we were children. It was still there, raised, smooth. But was the finger feeling it mine? "You're hyperventilating." The voice came from behind. I spun. Hand reaching for—what? I had no weapon. Just the notebook. Margaret. The blind woman from the park bench. Standing in the doorway, white cane tapping, sunglasses reflecting the fluorescent light back at me.

Camila instantly collapsed to the ground, glaring at her fiercely, and suddenly tears fell from her sore wrists. "Ooh…my hand hurts!" Andrea took two steps closer, looked at her condescendingly, and spoke in a cold voice: "I can't guarantee what will happen if you make small moves behind my back in the future!" Throwing down these words, Andrea dashingly strutted away. ********* Camila was in her room, crying up a storm. "Mom, that Andrea is a fucking bully, my hand hurts!" Saying that, she extended her wrist to Nadine.

He returned his lips to her clit, kissing and sucking, and slid a finger into her wet pussy, turning her moan into a painful groan. "Shssh, it is fine, cupcake; hold onto me." Observing the frown on her face, Andrea responded. He pulled out his finger and slid it back in, rubbing her clit with his tongue. She experienced a mix of pain and pleasure. He then slid another finger while looking into her eyes.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Two fingers slid inside her—thick, curling up against that spot that made her see white—while his tongue worked her clit in fast, filthy circles. Brielle’s hips bucked wildly. She was close—already so sensitive from round one that every lick felt like fire. Her breaths came in short, desperate pants. “Adrian—fuck—I’m gonna—don’t stop—please—” He didn’t. He fucked her with his fingers faster, tongue relentless, until she shattered.

Her reply was cut off by a sharp gasp as Adriano delivered a light spank directly to her sensitive pussy. Michele's hand tightened over hers, guiding her fingers back to his zipper. "Now, babygirl." With trembling fingers, Anny reached for Michele's zipper. She reached inside, freeing his massive cock. It sprang out, thick and throbbing. Her fingers brushed against the hot, velvety steel of his erection before wrapping around his shaft. He was magnificent. Her fingers could barely encircle his girth. The sheer size and weight of him in her palm, made her pussy clench around nothing.

I can’t stop moaning. “Good job, sweet girl,” Jorge growls. “See how she’s grinding into your face? Hear those moans? She’s loving it. Just like you’re loving how I’m fucking you, aren’t you?” Andie moans around my clit, and it goes straight to my core. I’m so close. Then she surprises me—pushing two fingers inside me without being told. My moans become guttural, spilling from me like a flood. “Fuck!” Jorge snarls. “You added fingers to her hot little cunt? Yeah, you did. That’s why she’s making those sounds. Now turn your wrist up. Curl your fingers while you move in and out.”