Evil Sonic Rubbing Hands Novels & Stories

Fingers insistent, rubbing my folds, parting my lips to tap my sensitive little clit. As soon as the hot touch came, it went. Standing up, I took the soap from him, trying not to think about what we were doing. I grabbed his bobbing length, wrapping my small hands around him, tapping the wide base. I washed his cold piercings, lingering on his cock head. "Char...." He groaned, hips moving as if he was fucking my hand. I felt heady, my hands full on massaging his big cock, loving the feel of him.

Jax groaned deeply, hands gripping narrow hips with bruising force. “Still so fucking tight. This hole was made for my dick.” He started thrusting immediately—long, deep, punishing strokes that rocked the entire bench. Each slam of his hips sent ripples through Alex’s ass and forced broken moans from his throat. The wet, obscene sound of cum being churned inside filled the air alongside skin slapping skin.

I took one of my hands between my legs and started to frantically rub my hairy pussy. Yes, that was it. This is the extra stimulation I needed to allow myself to explode. I knew I was headed in the right direction, but it still wasn’t enough to make the massive energy inside me go boom. I started rubbing harder, while Noah pounded my ass with abandon. My body was so full of erotic energy it felt like a perpetual mini-orgasm, my whole body was throbbing with pleasure, but I wanted the release I deserved. In despair, I slapped my pussy, and that made my whole body quiver. That was it. I slapped my pussy again, harder this time, and my body shook violently. Freya’s and Ethan’s eyes were wide, f

Jackson pulls over. “Just checking something.” He gets out. I watch as he walks around the car. What is he taking out of his pocket? A minute later, he gets back in, his hand starting the car. I see him with the leather glove. He begins driving again, my eyes on his hand the whole time, watching it as he changes the gears. Slowly his hand reaches over, rubbing my clit gently and playing.

Putting us both out of our miseries, I started touching him like I've been fantasizing about all these days. “You're a little minx in disguise, do you know that?” He closed his eyes as I rubbed him. “That feels so good.” I hummed as I continued sliding my hands over the entirety of his thick length, loving the feel of it in my hand and the way he trembled each time I grazed his head. He was in the palm of my hands, literally. And I was going to make the most of it. My hands sped up as I gripped him tighter, fisting him, burning a delicious line in my palm as I went along. And his precum was the perfect lube.

Then who was this she was holding that wasn't her daughter, was she dreaming? She did a double check and looked down at the feet of the individual; it was very big, two times bigger than Katie's and she glanced up and then she shook herself off the individual, as she moved away, she looked at person, her heart went to her mouth. 'Oh God!' Then she shook herself hard. Pearl, what have you done? She frolicked with her fingers, wondering how she ended up holding...... She watched him smile at her, why was he smiling?

He grabbed her hand tightly and dipped his own hand in the bowl, then rubbed the liquid on her palm. "Ahhh!" She screamed when she felt a burn in her hands. It was like he was rubbing salt over them. He paused and glanced at her. She immediately shut her mouth, her eyes turned teary. "It's for your own good," he said, grabbing her other hand. She shook her head. "It hurts. Please let me go." He refused to listen to her and rubbed the liquid on her other palm. Soon, she felt the pain start to ease. She could only stare, her eyes wide with shock. He was so calm, yet the way he rubbed her palm was so intense.

Randy moved his hand upwards and did her upper thigh that he was making a slight contact to her pussy. It got to a point that Vicky could not hold it anymore. She wanted him to rub on her pussy, especially her on her throbbing clit. She moved her hand down and began to rub her pussy over her thong.

Great one and that happened in the name of his dirty soothing words, yet she can do nothing about it. Her tiny hands reached for his brief and she pulled his cock out of it, her pussy making an involuntary spurt. "Ummm....." Dante hauled at the feel of her hand against his cock. Elena gazed at his cock with admiration lingering on her eyes then slowly she began to rub her tiny little hand on it. Dante's breath hitched and his cock throbbed against her hand. He threw his head backwards, biting on his lips and trying to suppress the moan, but her hand had suddenly begun to move faster against his cock and with each rub an involuntary throb of his cock occurred.

Just mouths and hands. Ethan knelt beside her while she sucked Lucas again. He shoved her scrub top up, yanked her bra down, palmed her breasts rough. Then his hand slid between her legs—two thick fingers pushing into her soaked pussy without warning. She moaned around Lucas’s cock, hips rocking against Ethan’s hand. He curled his fingers, stroking that spot inside until wetness coated his wrist.