Clit Rubbing Novels & Stories

And thеn she knееlѕ dоwn іn front оf mе and ѕtаrtѕ rubbіng mу hаrd cock. It’ѕ trарреd against mу раntѕ, pushing іntо thе mаtеrіаl wіth nowhere to gо but still ѕhе rubѕ іt some more, mаkіng it harder аnd harder ѕtіll, smiling at mу dіѕсоmfоrt. But still ѕhе rubѕ. I grоаn lightly. She gіgglеѕ аnd rubѕ ѕоmе mоrе. I groan again, louder this tіmе.

All of a sudden, he striked them in the most sensitive part and my eyes flew open before a scream tore from my lips. "Wh-Why would you do that?" I gasped out, my voice trembling, pain searing my body. He ignored my question and did it again. I tried muffling my screams but some managed to seep out, my body trembling. He then began to rub it, soothing the burning area. I mewled a dull pleasure buzzing underneath my skin. He rubbed my clit for a moment and when he saw I was beginning to writhe from pleasure, he did it again.

"Rub your pretty pussy for me." She tentatively touched her fingers between her legs, rubbing the tips over her clit in a circle, parting them to straddle the sides of it as she rubbed up and down. The more she touched, the more comfortable she became, until she wasn't thinking about it at all. She was tracing down her slit with one finger, parting the lips for him, burying two fingers in her pussy and curving them upward to hit the most sensitive spot deep inside of her. "Do that again," he said when she rubbed her clit with the pad of her thumb. She repeated it for him and he leaned forward, mimicking the motion with his tongue.

My stomach was tightening and I held on to Ashton's arm to stabilize myself. ”Answer me,” He said impatiently and went even faster as he curved his fingers, hitting the right spot over and over again. ”N-no-No one!” I screamed as I reached my climax.” Ashton slowed down and started rubbing my very sensitive clit with his thumb as he slipped his fingers in and out. ”Ah," I said as jumped from the uncomfortable feeling of having my clit rubbed after I had my orgasm. ”Good. Make sure it stays that way,” His voice was low and threatening but amused at the same time.

My fingers found the warm, wet, swollen lips of my clit. Oh, God. It was already throbbing, slick with my own desire. I rubbed it, gently at first, then with more insistent pressure, my thumb circling the sensitive nub through the thin fabric. A soft, involuntary moan almost escaped my lips, but I bit it back, glancing quickly at him.

My clit was so puffy and sensitive that just brushing it made my knees buckle. “Oh god…” I whispered, leaning back against the wall. I rubbed my clit in slow circles at first, feeling how slippery and hot I was. My other hand pushed two fingers inside me easily. I was so wet they just slid right in with a loud, wet sound. I pumped them in and out, curling them to hit that spot that always makes me shake. My hips started rocking on their own, grinding against my hand like a desperate slut.

The crotch area was heavily plastered my creamy grool, slime connecting my pussy to my ruined panties as I pulled them free. "Now, rub the part that was plastered on your pussy against your fat clit." He ordered, " grind on your filthy snatch." My cunt throbbed hearing his nasty orders. Obeying him, I pressed the drenched part of my thing against my puffy clit, and rubbed it in slow circles. "Uhhh... Uhhhhh..... Like this mister? " I whimpered, voice high. "Harder bitch. Rub your clit, harder. Mash that fat button hard."

She lay down facing her, one leg sliding between Claire’s thighs until their pussies were pressed together in a warm, wet embrace. “Scissoring,” Lena whispered, her voice husky with anticipation. “I want to feel your clit rubbing against mine. I want us to come together like this.” She hooked one of Claire’s legs over her hip, pulling their bodies even closer. The moment their slick folds met, both women moaned. Lena’s pussy was hot and silky, her swollen clit sliding perfectly against Claire’s with every small movement. Lena started slow, rolling her hips in a smooth, deliberate rhythm. The friction was exquisite — wet, slippery, and intimate. Their clits rub

He rubbed it in her juices and massaged her clit. Shelby moaned and rocked harder. "Faster, Noel." "Hell yeah." He picked up speed, shuttling into her ass with just enough restraint to keep from hurting her. Meanwhile he rubbed her erect nubbin faster as well, and soon she was crying, "Yes, yes," with every breath.

Her moans turned into desperate cries. My own rubbing grew firmer, more insistent. I traced the seam of my shorts, feeling the outline of my swollen lips, the hard nub of my clit begging for direct contact. But I stayed over the fabric, teasing myself through cotton, the barrier making every sensation sharper and dirtier. My hips rocked into my hand, chasing the friction.