Father Stretch My Hands Part 2 Novels & Stories

Just touched it. "Deeper, Maddison. All the way in." I pushed my finger deeper. As deep as I could. "Now add another." I added a second finger. The stretch making me gasp. "Yes. Just like that. Dig in. All the way in. I want to see those juices." I moved my fingers. In and out. In and out. My other hand was gripping the sheets. "Touch your breast. With your other hand." I moved my hand to my breast. Over my bra.

Minutes stretch into eternity. He fucks me in slow motion, long, shallow strokes that never shift the blanket but wreck me completely. Every glide feels like a promise, every drag of his cock a tease that makes me want to sob his name. I keep my hand on him, stroking what I can reach, thumb swiping over the slick head every time he pulls back. I feel him leaking steadily now, coating my fingers. Mom stands up to stretch. We both freeze, locked together, his cock buried deep, my hand still wrapped around the base.

i just smiled and didn't response. soon we both laid down but i could still feel his tensed muscles thanks my ultra sensitive skills. "Night do you wanna hold my hands?.....your muscles are really tensed up" i said and stretched my hands. i have no heck of an idea why i was being nice. After a few seconds he took it and held it like he was a five year old having a night mare and relaxed after sometime making both of us drift to sleep

Or maybe he was afraid of hurting her, so he was suppressing his emotions? She gently pried open Asher's hands, starting with the left hand, separating each finger until his hand was relaxed. After finishing with the left hand, she moved on to the right hand, painstakingly unclenching each finger until all ten of his fingers were flattened. Then, she slipped her own hands into the gaps between his fingers, firmly holding on. He didn't say a word throughout the whole process, just staring at her blankly as she pried open his fingers. It was only when her hands intertwined with his that his body became stiff.

My hands continue to tease her, stroking across her body. Grabbing the flogger, I trail it along her body, watching as she moves to try to avoid its feeling. Her hands pull against the rope. I watch as she struggles to free herself. Her need right there, she wants me right now, swinging the flogger down gently, it hits her breasts, her body almost still from the touch, she felt it.

Judah laughed some more sounding so hippy, one would think he was drunk already. I shake my head also finding what happened a bit funny. "Yes! Yes baby! Stop! Now bend down slowly, and take it. No! No! Move your hand a little bit to the right. I said a little bit! Do you know what, return your hand back to their initial position and just grazed the floor until you touch the box. Yes, yes, that's it. Yayyyyyyyyy." Grace jumped up happily rushing over to her man, I smiled at their display of affection.

Camila said and stood up. Meadow did as she said, and Camila put her hands together before her. "I need you to put your hands together like this," Camila said, telling Meadow to copy her. Meadow did it, and Camila asked her to stretch her hands out. Meadow's hands were clamped, locking her fingers together, and she stretched her arms out in front of her while lying on the couch. Camila released Meadow's index fingers, so they will be the only fingers standing, facing each other.

I've been stretching for a while, I have to survive here without getting hurt, this branch in the water looks like there's smoke coming out of it, hmm, it's been said. I bent forward and I am now facing this acidic water, I tried staying like this while waiting for the one in the middle of the next obstacle to disappear. I Puttted all my strength on my hand right now it's the foot I'm using, I bent my knees and in just a second it landed on the other side. I slowly crawled my hand as well as my foot to side with the flowing water and put my full weight on my foot again before stretching my hands and in just one swift move I was here on the other side.

Meanwhile, my brother added another finger and another, stretching her wide, getting her ready for us. Kat cried out when he inserted a fourth finger and spread them apart as far as he could, stretching her walls further than ever. I began stroking her hair and whispering sweet nothings to calm her. After a minute or two, her body that had stiffened melted into me again and I felt her hips grinding into his hand.

A pair of long, strong, elegant hands appeared on screen. Slowly, those fingers reached for the cold metal buckle of his bespoke trousers.