Belle Delphine Fingering Herself Novels & Stories

“This afternoon, she stepped in to lead the final acclimatization training for the whole class. She hadn’t even run 100 yards when she suddenly collapsed from exhaustion. She’s deathly pale and can’t even stand up! “Because of her, the entire school’s closing ceremony has been postponed, and the training load has doubled! The whole school’s cursing her! “She somehow got my number and told me to call you. She wants to know exactly what you did to her.” A cold smile curled at the corner of my mouth. “Sir, please tell her that I did to her exactly what she did to me!” On the other end of the line, Vermont was clearly taken aback by my words. After a moment of silence, he asked, “What do you mea

When my online boyfriend insisted on receiving a picture of me, the class belle, Callista Xavery, snatched my phone from my hand. She said, “You’re a real wrecking ball. He’ll run for the hills the second he sees you. Just send a photo of me instead. That way you won’t scare him off.” My other classmates also mocked me, saying, “You’re out here dripping grease and still trying to online date? That’s straight-up catfishing.” I pinched the thickness around my fat and hesitated about whether I should really send a photo of Callista or not. Just then, a barrage of floating words flashed before my eyes. [That fat girl’s online boyfriend is a top-tier Claremont trust-fund heir who loves flexi

Before we went for our college entrance exam, Flora Reid snuck a mini walkie-talkie into Theo Anderson’s bag. In the past, I had quickly rushed over to warn Theo about it. I reported it to the teachers too. Flora was banned from the examinations due to suspected cheating, and she was brought to the police station. Theo was very grateful toward me for saving him. Hence, he asked me to be his girlfriend. I thought the feeling had been mutual. On the day we filled out our college applications, he switched my Ivy League college to a regular community college. “You ruined Flora’s life, so I’m ruining your future. Do you really think you deserve to go to an Ivy League? “You should spe

FINN. She was the typical example of a Delilah. A sweet Delilah. Unable to resist. I watched as she slipped her fingers into her dress, how she spread her legs to allow her to touch herself, how her eyes rolled to the back as she began to fondle her clitoris. It felt like I was watching porn. Only it was being acted before me and I was one of the characters.

“No… no…” I subconsciously denied it, but my voice indicated otherwise. Douglas pulled my blanket aside and saw my finger that was still inside and smiled playfully. “You’re still denying it. Look at what your fingers are doing…” “D-don’t let others know. I-I can satisfy you…” I was a little frantic. I had not expected Douglas to flip my blanket open. The crumpled bedsheet, the mess I was still making, and the placement of my finger. It would be terrible if the other men saw it.

Quote: "I believe everyone has a hidden intention. You and me, him and her, aren't we all hiding a deep secret for our own goals?" ________ A physician was called to attend Dante. Belle stood outside the room beside Leon and looked at him for a good one minute, “I know my appearance is blinding but you wouldn’t get anything by staring at me.” Belle frowned. Where did this demon study his confidence? “You purposely move slowly and avoiding to help Dante as soon as possible. Do you want to break this contract one sidedly?” Her words come out strict when in truth her fingers were trembling behind her back.

"But you never said anything like THAT before. All the stuff about crawling under the dining table while your dad was there, that shit was real?" "That shit was real." Belle shrugged. She reclined back on her elbows and raised her knees, spreading them out to the sides. Biting her lip and giving me an intense, sultry gaze, she slid her right hand beneath her waistband, murmuring, "So many times I've been in this position, rubbing myself while dreaming about you crawling between my legs and eating me out to incredible orgasms." My eyes got big. Was she actually masturbating herself right here and now? I blinked a few times and muttered lamely, "Uh... Do ALL the girls have had these kinds of f

Delphine's voice spilled out, breathless and pleading, the words slicing through the air like a blade. Isla stopped dead, her hands flying to her mouth to stifle a gasp. No. It couldn't be. But the confirmation came swiftly, the rhythm of flesh against flesh underscoring the plea. “Yes, that's it... like that. Just the way I like it,” Delphine added, her tone husky with pleasure, oblivious to the world beyond. Betsy, still leaning on the wall for support, shuffled closer, her drunken haze not fully shielding her from the tension. “Isla? What's happening?” she murmured, but Isla barely heard.

" What's it like to work with her? Was the money good? Did you have fun?” " Callie, get your sister away from the girl, before she becomes a stripper," I rolled my eyes when I heard Delphine's voice. " Stripper? " my mother raised an eyebrow at me. " I told you I'm not a stripper, you old witch! " I turned, seeing her walking toward us with her cane. " You may not have been a stripper, but you have no idea how easy it is to fool this one," Delphine muttered, pointing her cane at my father, "You could sell her to a French brothel, and she'd probably only realize it after a week!”

“Eve. This isn’t what it looks like.” “I truly hope not, because it looks like you’re sleeping with my stepsister in my dead mother’s cottage four weeks before our wedding, and that would be a new low even for this family.” Delphine sat up slowly, pulling her dress over her shoulders with the deliberate care of a woman who’d been waiting for this moment and intended to savor every second of it. Her dark hair fell in perfect waves, which was frankly offensive. If I’d just been caught betraying someone, I would at least have the decency to look disheveled. She looked like she’d stepped out of a perfume ad called Deception with top notes of betrayal and base notes of audacity.