Novel & Cerita Belly Button Fetish

I mummured. "I was surprised at first. But as I kept thinking about it, I really wanted to touch it and sift my fingers through it." He reached down and placed a kiss on my neck, "Grow another one for me," he ordered. Surprised, my breath hitched in my throat. He wanted me unshaven? "I think I just unlocked a new fetish," he whispered before his fingers flicked against my sensitive clitoris. "Arrrhhh," I moaned as electricity sped through my nerves at his touch.

"Brent I can't... I have to pee... Let me go to the bathroom." "Pee right here. I'll help you." "You..." Brent took a pillow from the side and pushed this pillow under her buttocks. Hermosa shuddered as warm hot body flowed from her body. Along with all that cotton it was squeezed out. By the time she reacted, she had pissed on that pillow. Ashamed, she clenched her lower lip, not wanting to say another word to Brent. "I'm sorry, I was rude. But I'm a bit addicted to your body, and occasionally that intense pleasure I just can't control. I told you once that you might not be able to tolerate my fetish..."

I can't help but gasped at what he did as I was waiting for what he will do next. "Fuck! What are you doing, Dom?" I asked Dom with a confused tone when he suddenly rubbed his dick on my ass, it felt so fucking weird when he rubbed his dick on me, especially since I was not used to someone doing it to me. "I'm sorry sir, it's just my fetish. I love the idea of rubbing my raging hard dick in the ass of a muscular and handsome top, it feels so dominating." Dom replied and he did not even bother to stop what he was doing to me.

His lips touched my belly chain . Every fiber in my nerv were screaming at me run away but the fear of him and the betrayal of my body was beyond my control I moaned so loudly when he abruptly sucked on my bellybutton with a slurp sound making my arch my hand want to push him away Christian assault was too much for me to take . Hesitatingly I placed my hand on his shoulder to push him away but it only made it but it only made him angry as he growled and the next thing dipped his face more in my stomach kissing my belly button .

“A Horny Bride To Be… WOWW!” I laugh, shaking my head. “So is this normal? I’m not just turning into some… insatiable monster?” “Maybe you’ve always been an insatiable monster. Now you just have a biological excuse. Lean into it. That’s why we’re here!” She holds up her phone again. “Okay, focus. What about this?” She shows me her screen. I walk over and peer at it. It’s a picture of a red satin lingerie set. It’s pretty. Very pretty.

Neil tilted his head, looking somewhat puzzled. A spark of inspiration hit me, and I realized I had the perfect opportunity. Slowly, I sat up from the bed, leaning closer to him as I deliberately unbuttoned my shirt at a leisurely pace. One by one, the buttons came undone, revealing my toned chest and smooth muscle definition. I moved in close enough for him to see my pectorals subtly rise and fall with my breath, then lowered my voice to ask, “Is it attractive?”

His carefully crafted chest, right above a set of albs comprised of six with two littles ones I could count as an eight. My fingers dexterously untangled his buttons from their holes, and he watched me unwrap him as well with care. I circled a finger around his pink nipples and traced it down to his belly button which had entirely disappeared into his belly, leaving just that crater there. My hands were about to grab his belt and unhook it when he caught them all of a sudden. "I'll do that. I want to show you by myself what I want to use and play with you," he muffled.

Hunter loomed over me, reminding me how small I could be, how little he could always make me feel. One hand remained on my throat, while the other moved to unbuckle his belt, throwing it behind him. He revealed his cock, hard, thick and throbbing. I watched through half-lidded eyes as he traced it firmly with his free hand, his motion controlled. Every line and vein was amplified in my vision, impossible for me to ignore. His hand ran over it as he continued to pleasure himself, stroking and twisting aggressively to his liking. Beating it harder while his fury eyes remain fixed on me.

The ache in my chest twisted into something darker, hotter. I snatched my phone and started snapping pictures like I was possessed. I arched my back hard, pushing my tits out until the corset threatened to snap. I bent over the bed, ass up, looking back over my shoulder with my tongue sliding across my red lips. I spread my thighs, hooked a finger under the tiny fabric covering my pussy, and bit my lip so hard I tasted copper. Every pose filthier than the last. Playful bunny ears. Filthy, desperate eyes. I wanted to post them. I wanted strangers to jerk off to me. I wanted to feel wanted, even if it was fake and cheap and hollow. My thumb hovered over the share button, trembling.

He asks curiously. Okay, that is a weird question. “No, most fetishes are there. They just need to be found. It can be one small thing that makes someone realise they have a fetish for something, and from that day on, everything changes.” I explain. I look at him. Is this something to do with Alena? “Okay, well, Alena has one for leather and tattoos. I have never seen her like she was today.” He explains. Leather is common, tattoos though, are a dangerous game, but an amazing one as well.