Evil Sonic Rubbing Hands Novels & Stories

One hand left my breast and reached down to my cunt and began to roughly rub against my clit, causing pain instead of the typical pleasure. His finger dipped into my dripping slit, letting my juices coat it. He brought the finger to my face, smearing my juices across my cheek and then putting it to my lips. I quickly sucked it into my mouth, cleaning it completely before releasing it. Instead of removing it, he slowly pushed it down my throat and I started coughing as my stomach began the churning that would eventually lead to vomiting. His finger began to tickle the back of my throat as his other hand slapped my breast, leaving yet another bright red handprint on my pale skin.

He did not stop at all. "Eve, grab my cock and stroke it. And keep rubbing the tip with your pussy. Don't stop." He said and wrapped his other arm around my waist as well. I nodded my head and grabbed his cock with both of my hands. With one hand, I was massaging his balls while with the other I was stroking his cock. I was slowly moving my hips up and down in order to keep my pussy rubbing the tip of his cock. That sensation was magical.

Ethan’s fingers pumped deeper into my soaked pussy, curling with expert precision against that sensitive spot inside me that made my toes curl and my breath hitch. I was dripping down his hand, the obscene wet sounds of his thrusting fingers louder than the explosions still flashing across the TV. My hips rolled shamelessly against his palm, chasing every stroke while my own hand kept working his massive cock through the thin gray sweatpants.

Her other hand never left her breast — squeezing, slapping, tugging the nipple until the pleasure edged into sweet pain. The fantasy crested. Vivi came hard against the palm tree, thighs shaking, pussy clenching around her fingers in rhythmic pulses. A hot rush of wetness soaked her hand and dripped down her inner thighs. She kept rubbing through it, drawing out every shudder, one hand still brutally squeezing her breast until the orgasm finally ebbed. She stayed there, panting, breasts heaving, nipples glistening with sweat. Slowly, she pulled her hand from her shorts and licked her own slick off her fingers, tasting herself in the humid dark.

The exclamations burst from her mouth, punctuating each spasm that rocked her. Beau eased her through it, coaxing her and soothing her with soft words. "That's it, sugar. Just like that. I love to feel that slick pussy grab my hand and fuck it for all it's worth. Love to watch it shake as you come and know I was the one who made you do it. Just me. That's it. Just let yourself go."

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Eve took her pointer and middle finger and proceeded to gently stroke her clitoral hood in a circular motion. Eve gasped loudly as her natural lubes fired up, her legs violently shaking, causing the water to be unstable. One hand working on her pussy and the other desperately holding the bathtub for physical support. As Eve got even more sucked in the sweetness, she began rubbing her clitoris deeper and faster in a rhythmic fashion.

Eugene tried to remove the hand gripping his thigh, but it was useless. "How was that FBI guy's equipment? Was it bigger than my finger?" The gel-soaked finger squelched as it moved in and out. "Perverted bastard." As Eugene cursed through gritted teeth, the finger bent like a hook and rubbed against his inner wall. Hiss. A blurry moan escaped, and his toes curled inward. Having confirmed the reaction, Valentine revealed his teeth slightly in a smile and began to rub that spot on the inner wall firmly. "Ungh, hiss."

Her body was wanting him, his touch, and his d*ck. He took her hand and shoved it in his pants. “Touch me.” As command she started to feel him with her hand. She was gliding her hand along his shaft. He groan at the touch. Amazed at the tip of the head, she wrapped her hand around it. Hearing him hiss, she started to stroke him. “Ruby, I want you,” said Eric groaning against her neck. Ruby could feel Eric’s breath on her. She forgotten to stroke him, as he hungrily licked her slender neck.

My hands moved up and down her arms, rubbing gently to encourage circulation. Evelina’s body stiffened at my touch, her muscles coiled like a spring, betraying her discomfort and embarrassment. But as I continued to touch her, the tension in her limbs slowly gave way to relaxation, the warmth from my hands melting into her chilled skin. I could feel every goosebump on her soft flesh under my rough callused palms. My touch elicited a sharp intake of breath from her when my hand traced over her exposed stomach.