Clit Rubbing Novels & Stories

He stepped back, grabbing her hand, sitting down on the edge of the bed, and opening Rosita's legs as wide as she could, showing her the dripping wet folds of flesh. He then crawled over, slipping both his thumbs into her outer lips, slipping up and down, rubbing her cleft. He pulled Rosita's labia open more, her clit very prominent like a hard rock. Rubbing his tongue up and down her, lapping up the juices, and sucking the skin into her mouth, she moved closer to her clit until her mouth locked on to her very sensitive place.

When they were dripping wet he pulled them out. He rubbed slow circles on my swollen clit. My legs shook hard, my breath rang, my heart was beating fast. I grabbed his arm, moaning into his neck as he played with my clit, pressing and rubbing in perfect rhythm. Every stroke made me jerk. He started with one thick finger, rubbing it up and down my slit before pushing it slowly inside me. I gasped loud, my pussy clenching around it. He moved it in and out, curling it to hit that spot that made my toes curl.

Her puffy pearl twitched and pulsated when I brushed my tongue against it. It wasn’t just the residual effects from the cock pumping in and out that caused her clit’s vibrations. Her clit desired more of what it was getting. It begged for more even as I began to whisk my tongue around it. It throbbed so I inhaled it into my mouth to placate it. Still, that was insufficient. I sucked a little harder and I spanked it with my tongue.

My fingers would do the job though. I used my left hand to pull my lower lips apart. I then placed three fingers directly on my clit, rubbing in circular motions. I rubbed fast and harder not even bothering to finger fuck myself. Rubbing would definitely get me off. Ray and Bryson were now grinding harder, pressing kisses on either side of my neck. The imagination forced my fingers to add more pressure on the love button. I rubbed harder and faster, feeling how my body was getting co. I was close, real fucking close.

She didn’t have time to ask what a clit was as his mouth was back on her cunt, his tongue plunging inside her while his fingers started rubbing that bundle of nerves—the clit. Her hips tried to jerk forward, but the table stopped her from moving. His tongue moved in and out of her. Her arms gave in, and she rested her forehead on the crook of her elbow while Rhobart kept thrusting his tongue inside her. He rolled her clit between his fingers.

When I was about to come, he pulled back, grabbing his cock and rubbing the head against my clit, the slick slide teasing without entering. "Feel that? My dick on your clit, rubbing you raw. Come for me, slut." I let out a loud moan, grinding against him, orgasm crashing with a flood of squirt, soaking his shaft. He did it again and again, eating me out, tonguing my pussy and ass until I was trembling on the brink. Then he rubbed his cock on my clit, filthy talk pouring out. "You're my cum-hungry mate, aren't you? Rubbing that swollen clit on my dick like a desperate whore. Squirt for me again. Make a mess."

"I will do what I want with it." He reached out and ran a single finger through my folds. I was dry, and his touch was rough. "You are not ready," he said. He spat on his fingers and then rubbed the moisture against my clit. It was a shocking, intimate act. He started to rub my clit in slow, steady circles. It felt strange and wrong, but my body started to respond. A warmth spread through my lower belly, and I could feel myself getting wet.

Passing through leaves and thistles. I tried dodging the itchy leaves but it was still touching me. So I was swatting my palms all over my body. It was getting red and burnt . I wonder where ray is taking me. Like he is not even tired of walking neither is he feeling any itchy because he was just walking boldly. "Ouch it's like this place is itchy. Aren't you getting itchy already ouch!" I whined scratching all over my body but ray kept walking through the leaves.

He was close to c*mming, but wanted to feel her p*ssy clenching around him in org*sm as he came, so he reached one of his hands down around her to rub her cl*t. Lily hated that it actually started to feel good when he rubbed her cl*t. The pain was bearable now and with the change in positions he actually hit a pleasurable spot deep inside her that she hadn't even known existed. She still hated how he was forcing her into this so much, but her body still responded to his ministrations the same as if this had been a voluntary experience.

I scream in pain, "Did he do this to you, huh? Did you like it, huh? Then, I'll do you as you wanted." He thrusts me with his fingers again and again, while pressing me against the glass. I scream over and over and beg him to stop. He then rubs my clitoris roughly, sending both pleasure and pain to my entire body. But the thought of him doing all this because of rage brings me to unending tears. Then, his violent rubs stop momentarily. He tears my underwear like paper, causing friction to my private region.