Cat Trembling Legs Novels & Stories

I heard her cry in pleasure as my tongue flickered between her legs and a deep sensation overwhelmed her. After a while of torturing her with my lips in between her legs, I saw her legs start to shake, her soft moaning change into a groan and louder, she tried clasping her legs so badly but I held them firmly apart. “Oh! Oh! I’m coming!” she screamed at the top of her voice

my legs tremble slightly not from fear but from the surge of adrenaline coiling inside me like a spring ready to snap. Dylan steps closer eyes narrowing and my stomach drops.hes dangerous more dangerous than the smugness hes worn like armor. i take another step back heart hammering lungs tight.and then solid immovable grounding my shoulder collides with a familiar chest.my breath catches the world tilting for a heartbeat. Aiden.

Bottom lip trembling as she held in her cries, she rolled onto her back to face the leurcher. It was even uglier up close. Brown skin twisted in unnatural shapes down its legs and tail, the three limbs joined in the centre in the most basic of mechanisms. The gills heaved – it knew its prey was near, and injured. Its pincers snapped, all three gleaming like polished steel. She scrambled backwards, her left leg howling and protesting against every minute movement. A quick glance confirmed that blood had soaked through the leg of her trousers. She swore again, fear making her voice too loud.

My whole body trembles, a low, uncontrollable shudder that seems to resonate down to my very bones. Lance sits on the edge of the bed, his head bowed, the muscles in his back coiled tight, each ridge standing out starkly in the dim light. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, fingers flexing as if he's trying to grasp the weight of his mistake.

My legs are trembling, my abdomen cramping, and my shoulders hunching painfully. “Breath with me…slow, until it passes….” Kaelin cradles me in, pulling our faces together, his arms around me to get me into his body and lap and the weird way he’s sitting. Like a child needing comfort as I ride it out, and yet it seems to last longer than before.

My legs are jelly, and every breath feels like fire, but I can’t stop. "Get up!" I yell at a woman cowering near a big water barrel. She’s clutching her leg, blood seeping through her torn dress. "Come on, you can’t stay here!" "I can’t," she sobs, shaking her head. "You can," I snap, grabbing her arm and pulling her up. "Lean on me."

My stomach was tightening, and my legs started to tingle. “Tori, I’m close!” “Cum for me!” she screamed as I felt her legs stiffen and her movements were erratic, and her nails dug so deep they were drawing blood. “You ready for me?” I yelled as I was slamming her down on my cock with each bounce. She nodded her head as she couldn’t even speak. Her feet were wrapped under my thighs for stability and grabbing the mattress behind me, she rammed herself down before her legs went stiff and her walls all but strangled my cock and I felt her juices flow over my cock and down my legs.

I ordered as I helped him up but before he could take a step forward, his legs wobbled and he sank back into the chair. “My legs feel weak.” He confessed as he looked up at me in confusion. “I can walk, it doesn't hurt, it just won't stop trembling.” He added and for a moment, I couldn't help the pride that coursed through me as I admired him for the millionth time today. “It's normal. You had an explosive orgasm after all. Wait here, I'll go get the first aid box.” I muttered with a grin and left before he could utter another word.

“Now untangle it from around my leg so we can get out of here, kitten.” Relief surged through me so fast it made my knees weak. I dropped to the floor beside him, fingers trembling as I wrestled with the stubborn chain. The links were warm from the scorching air, and my shaking hands refused to coperate. “Come on, damn it,” I cursed at my trembling fingers.

My legs trembled. “I want that beautiful ass,” he whispered against my skin, his voice vibrating through me. “Will you give it to me?” “Yes,” I answered, my voice trembling, my fingers gripping the sofa blanket. “It’s been waiting three years for you.” He pressed a finger against my back entrance, slowly pushing it in, the tip first, then the rest, waiting for my body to adjust. Then he placed a second, and the sensation of being filled from both sides—even if just by fingers—made me arch even more. My entire body trembled.