Clit Rubbing Novels & Stories

Before uttering a word she rubs in my face slowly, my neck , neckline my chests down to my tummy she plays around with my belly button before going down to my thighs, I stiffen at the touch but she doesn't relent forcing her way either down I give in to the seductive touch which tingles at every motion, sliding her hands between my thighs she rubs slowly on my thighs before going into my clit, Rubbing her hands slowly at the entrance scissoring my clits with her fingers, I arch my back moaning out loud knowing no one can and would hear us, she drops to her knees spreading my laps apart she rubs in my clit faster causing my insides to churn In pleasure, wanting more than that I rub my hands o

With her left hand she began alternately tweaking her nipples, pulling on them gently to make them stiff. Gently rubbing her clit in a circular motion, Claire felt herself moistening and her breathing quickening. "Mmmm," she moaned spontaneously at the feelings of lust sweeping through her body. "That's really nice, darling," Frankie breathed, causing her eyes to snap open. He was kneeling between her legs, staring intently at her busy fingers caressing the folds of her open pussy. Trying to ignore him, Claire closed her eyes and continued her elegant manipulations but she couldn't quite recapture her earlier escalating excitement.

He saw her hand continue downwards to her sex, and slowly begin to rub. He sighed in pleasure as he peeked in. Her lower hand slowly began to rub her clitoris, her top hand was switching back and forth between her nipple rings. "Fuck," she moaned. He forced himself to stand there and not open the door. She moaned audibly as her hand rubbed her clitoris gently, her nipple ring being pulled at the same time. He knew she was close then, her breath coming faster and faster.

I let out a soft moan when he rubbed my pant against my clitoris. “Oh!” I closed my eyes enjoying the moment as he continued rubbing against me. “Do you like it?” He whispered in my ears as I nodded my head without uttering a word. He pulled my thong to the side and he started rubbing my clit as I purse my lips together avoiding the moan that wanted to escape my lips.

He kept massaging himself slowly as he leaned towards me, placing a hand next to my head to keep his balance as he held his dick close to my center and rubbed it against me and made me groan. Slowly and relentlessly he began to rub his cock against my pussy, also rubbing it against my clitoris as we both groaned relentlessly. I put my hands on his shoulders and threw my head back, feeling the orgasm coming back up again. I closed my eyes and bit my lips to avoid screaming at the top of my throat as Nate increased his movements and bent down to grab a nipple between my lips.

I shoved my fist against my mouth, biting down until it hurt to choke back the moan. He pumped them slowly at first, drawing his fingers almost all the way out before burying them back to the palm, then faster, curling them just right against that spot that made my toes curl. His thumb found my clit, rubbing firm, perfect circles. The wet, filthy sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of my slickness were muffled under the blanket, but they felt so loud in my ears, like a physical weight in the room. Mark sat right there, head nodding slightly to his audiobook, completely oblivious.

Lydia’s mind kept replaying the couch scene — Mila’s fingers curling inside her, that filthy smirk, the taste of her own cum on Mila’s lips. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest and riding him harder. “Babe, touch me,” she panted. “Touch my clit while I ride you—please!” Julian’s thumb found her swollen clit and rubbed in circles. It helped, but still wasn’t enough. The deep ache Mila had left behind kept growing. Lydia’s own hand slid down her body. While she continued bouncing on his cock, she rubbed her clit frantically, fingers moving in tight, desperate circles.

He pressed one finger against the wet fabric, rubbing slow along my slit, feeling my pussy lips through it, but avoiding my clit. The pressure was maddening, my hips straining to get more, but the ropes held me. "Please, rub my clit," I pleaded, tears starting to slip down my cheeks, the frustration turning to sobs.

He pushed in hard and smiled possessively at me when I whimpered in pain. "This", He ran his hand down and rubbed my clit. "Mine", He spoke while rubbing his finger on my throbbing clit. l tried to pull away but I was stuck. I was restrained and my southern parts were burning. Pulling only made the material cut into my skin... My wrists...

Then he removed the piece of the puzzle that fits both of us, placing that puzzle on my clit and rubbing it hard, I let out a barely audible gasp when he rubbed his dick against my clit and I feel like I was about to pee but I’m not sure. “Cum for me, babe,” He said, rubbing the tip of his dick against my super-sensitive clit. My legs were spread at the time and because the clit rubbing was so good, I shut my legs and almost lost the pleasure feeling, but Philip knows how to react, he spread my legs and held them open, kept rubbing my clit harder, and harder.