Romans & histoires Belly Button Fetish

She gasped slightly. "These tattoos," She slid one arm off my neck and traced it with her fingers. As innocent and as curious as that touch might have been, it only drove me insaner than I already was. "Do you know they turn me on so much? Is that a fetish? Does a tattoo fetish exist?" "I-" words failed me. My fingers sank into her buttocks when her teeth grazed the outline of my tattoo. She flicked her tongue out and licked my skin up to my collar bone.

It was normal for anyone to own a dildo and vibrator in their home, as it helps for pleasure in alone times. This didn’t bother me at all but only spiked up a little bit of jealousy as they seemed to have been bought a long time ago, I could only wonder how he had used them on the girls before me. “I love ass fucking Belle, it has always been one of my biggest and darkest fantasies and I have always had girls, ready to bend over to my command. But with you it seemed quite difficult, you looked so fragile and innocent that I began to feel ashamed at the kind of things I liked to do and so I kept it to myself not wanting to chase you away, or make you see me differently.” He said moving back t

Vermont snorted. Felicity glanced at him and said, "He posted those pictures on his social media, which is not the same as you being naked right in front of me." Vermont's mouth twitched, "Hey, miss bandit. I'm telling you, based on my experience, men who like to take pictures of their abs are either scumbags or gay. So remember to keep your eyes out; this applies to 90% of the population."

He tugged the fabric to the side. “I like thinking about doing this while we’re out to brunch. No one has to know that I’ve got two fingers deep inside you while you’re eating those pancakes you like so much.” I tiptoed on my feet and had to grab his shoulders. I liked what he was describing. “I think you have a panty fetish.” “Only for you.” He hooked his fingers around the center of them and tugged them down my thighs. “But I want access to your sweet pussy for the rest of the evening, so these have to go.”

My hands were raised above me, like a statue, like a worthless object displayed in a museum. Adrian and Sebastian stopped talking. They stared at me with desire. Leon brought his lips close to my ear. I felt his warm breath. "I need to be honest with you, Ana," he whispered sensually. "I have a fetish." I swallowed. "What fetish?" "I like watching my partner being enjoyed by other men." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What?" I whispered. "I like watching you with Adrian. I like watching you with Sebastian. I like watching you enjoy them and them enjoying you."

Something strangely alluring about a woman of a certain age having a belly button piercing. Her already throbbing clit jumped while he played with her jewel. She squirmed more. Her ass moved against him to relieve the throbbing, but it just made things worse. She wanted his fingers there, instead of teasing her belly button. She took a deep breath, a gasp really when his mouth moved to just below her ear. She purred deep in her throat as his hand moved a little lower, his fingers edging under the black silk of her panties. He stroked just at the top of her mound.

Then his hand moved suddenly to my navel which was a bit exposed through he has his grip on my hands overhead and the upper part of my top was raised, putting his middle finger on my navel he started to make circles there finally placing hard press over my naval making me tremble under his dominance. When he got satisfied rubbing my belly button over and over he started to remove the bottom of my jeans after pinching the skin of the belly button which made me wince in a little pain. I was again lost in his passion and couldn’t think anything right. It feels so right with this man even if this is wrong.

The message read: "Hey J, it's Kayla. I miss you, but I need more. I've found something that really turns me on. I want you to be a part of it." Curious and concerned, I called her immediately. She answered, her voice breathy and excited. "J, I'm so glad you called. I've been exploring my sexuality, and I've discovered this amazing fetish. It's called impregnation, and it's everything I've ever wanted." I was shocked. "What do you mean? You want to get pregnant?" "Oh, J, you have no idea. I want to be filled with cum, over and over again. I want to be used and dominated by big, strong men. And I want you to watch it all happen."

The red room was back to its vigorous mood, and was much more alive, better than the previous one, two sweating bodies, one hands tied together, and the extension was on the headboard of the bed, his back facing the predator, banging his behind with great force. He can't scream because of the gag ball in his mouth, every time Cafelle push deep forward, his eyes will blurry from tears and can't see a thing from pleasure. He was one of the lower prostitutes in the club where HiVi and Aru worked before. Cafelle will never not touch his elites, since he had a fetishism for BDSM with wild hard leash, and the love for whipping and hitting his sub. Because he can't get excited without playing with

I nod, he so often knows what I need without me even speaking. "You see, I watch very closely Kitty, which is how I learnt that this". His hand moves, the flogger along my body, moaning I look at it. "That you react differently with PVC and Rubber than anything else. I have been watching closely and learning, that this little thing here, is your fetish". He moves the flogger between his hands. "Really Master?". He nods, “I don't think I have a fetish for it.”