Romans & histoires Belly Button Fetish

It was Sadie Ellis’ 99th time going through hymenoplasty. The doctor could not help asking, "Miss Ellis, is this… for business use?" Sadie was embarrassed. "It's for pleasure. My boyfriend enjoys it." She was known as a slut in the upper society circle. However, she had been dating a younger man for the past five years, and she spent most of her savings on him. She had even gone through 99 rounds of hymenoplasty at the hospital just to indulge his fetish.

I’m expecting to see his huge frame watching me from behind, not the sight of a Master Dildo stationed right beneath my exposed asshole. Holy fuck!!! Bolts of chill sensation rock my body, alongside euphoria. I want this, even though my asshole is still healing, and that's what scares me. “Fuck my pussy, please!” I cry out when I don't see him. “Use me all you want, but spare my fucking asshole!” I don't care if I sound ridiculous, because this is my only gateway from not getting my ass ripped open so badly that I’ll be needing some stitches. Does Mr. Russo care to?

After revealing her leaned abdomen, I failed to resist touching her smooth skin with my lips. I halt on her belly button. The vertical oval shape, the presence of superior hooding, and the absence of protrusion. Just perfect to call it attractive. "Baby, your belly button is so attractive." I enter my tongue into it and she is breathing faster. I pull her closer and she stands on the sofa on her knees. Perfect position for me to continue.

I started kissing her back,, taking in her skin with vacuum in my mouth. I kissed her down till i cane to her ass. I move her back, placing he rhands on the chair, allowing Frandy to continue sucking her boobs while i spread her butt cheeks and used mytongue to draw lines around her anus. Anilingus has always been my fetish. I loved the way her anus moved when i used the tip of my tongue to roll on it, kissing softly… “Frandy, eat her pussy…” “I do not think i can, i have never-“

🦋 BENITA CELESTINE 🦋 I could see Felix’s face flush red, and I was so proud of myself until he responded, “Do you want to see it? Me naked.” It was my turn to burn red, not just my face but my entire existence. My body tensed when he reached for his shirt button with one hand, the other hand still around my waist to secure me in place on his lap. I blinked, “What — are you — doing?”

I decided to put her out of her misery and dip my tongue in her belly button. "Oh yesss!" she moaned and arched high off the bed. Though sexy as sin, that reaction surprised me and I wanted to see it again. her belly button was definitely one of her sensitive spots. I made love to her belly button passionately with my tongue. I've never heard so many moans from someone just by having their belly button played with. Lillian probably pulled out a few strands of my hair as I did this to her. I ceased when I was positive she was going to explode. I would love to take body shots off of her body.

Five minutes until showtime. I gave myself a final glance. A fudging red glittery bunny outfit. And no, not for a kids’ show—my whole ass was basically out, decorated with a white, fluffy tail. It was cute, a perfect answer for a fetish. I'm the supposed good girl of the night. If Daddy says roll, I will. Stick out my tongue, growl... I'll do it. Even play dead. My lips were as glossy as my dress. My eyes were hidden in smoky shadow. My tattoo? Once again on display.

he smirked. I flipped my hair behind my back with my middle finger, turning away from him to reveal my neck. He had a fetish for necks. It's his thing; I can't really explain it. “Why so? Do you plan to eat something you are allergic to again? I do not know if I'm ready to save your life again,” I joked. His smiked, immediately his hands reached out to me pulling me closer by my arm.He pressed my back against him, his hands wrapped tightly around my waist. With a gentle touch,he pulled my hair away from my neck placing a gentle kiss that sent shivers down my spine.

Whitney squirmed, grinding her sopping wet cunt against the other girl’s fingers feverishly. “Oh...my God....mmmmmm...” Those high notes of heightened sexual pleasure easily made Whitney’s cunt Hollis’ favorite instrument to master. The desperate little whimpers that followed almost made her orgasm without any stimulation whatsoever. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ll go first.” Hollis lazily licked her fingers before moving to lay flat on her stomach, hooking her arms through Whitney’s thighs as she bit the soft unblemished skin gently, almost gnawing. “Number one is a huge shocker...I have a wicked tickling fetish. To be clear though, I like tickling you. Guess that makes me dominant i

' There was that plea in his voice, raw and broken, mirroring the deep ache in my own heart—the emotional tether that bound us in this taboo dance of desire and surrender. I slid down his body slowly, savoring the drag of my skin against his, my heavy breasts brushing his chest, my hard nipples grazing his heated flesh and leaving trails of fire in their wake. My feet—oh, the fetish burned hot in my veins, a secret kink I'd harbored for so long, now begging to be indulged. As I positioned myself over his hips, I extended one leg, pressing the sole of my foot against his inner thigh, my toes curling into the firm muscle there, feeling the twitch of his body under my touch.