Father Stretch My Hands Part 2 Novels & Stories

my father rushes towards me, his hands stretched out like he is about to hug his most beloved daughter. I step back, out of the reach of his hands.

My hands went under her body, holding tight as I moved over it. You can see her hands clinging to the sheet. I kneeled, watching her curl up. My hand came down, marking her ass and making her squirm on the bed. Olivia stood up a little more. I could feel her hand stop on my thigh. She moaned loudly, leaving my cock even harder. My hands held her waist tightly, watching her moan nonstop, but I had to control my strength not to hurt her. Although I can not transform, I still have an unusual strength.

My hands are still free, but I don't move them since I know he has something else to do with them. He performed the same thing with my hand. He raised both of my hands and separated them. As he completed tying all of my tentacles, I gasped. He walked away from me, and I never felt his touch again. It's not difficult what he's doing to me, but my hands are having difficulty due to the position. I couldn't even call him to find out where he was.

he said, smiling at me. Uncle Ray moved his hand to one of my tits. He gently traced his finger around my nipple. He ran his fingertip over my hard nipples, making them grow harder. His cock felt like it was getting even bigger in my hand as I pumped at his cock. I remembered seeing him using both hands when he was in the shower. I placed my other hand onto his cock and started to jack it with both of my hands. “Yeah, now you got the hang of it Tara,” Uncle Ray said as he rocked back and forth. “Squeeze your hands a little tighter around my cock,” he added with a little moan.

He squeezed a thick line of lotion into his palm, rubbed his hands together, then wrapped his fingers around himself. He opened the video he’d saved, turned the volume low, and started stroking slowly. The first few pulls felt good; a small groan slipped out. His breathing grew heavier, chest rising and falling faster. But after a while the edge still hadn’t come. He was hard, aching, but nowhere near finishing. Frustration made him huff. He paused the video, set the phone down, and kept going with just his hand, trying to force it. "You need some help"

“Good, now push your fingers deeper and fuck yourself faster. Use your other hand to spread your pussy lips wide so I can see everything clearly. I want to watch your fingers disappear inside that wet pussy.” I follow every word he says and I pull my swollen pussy lips apart with my left hand, exposing my pink inner folds to the camera, while my right hand pumps two fingers faster in and out of my pussy. The pleasure becomes so intense that my legs start trembling, my huge breasts bounce with every thrust of my fingers. I squeeze and knead my right breast roughly, pulling on the hard nipple until it hurts in the best way. “Faster now, baby,” he commands. “Fuck that pussy harder like you wish

Javaid smirked. He moved to the center of the field, he looked around the forest intently. He took a deep breath and began to twirl his hands in a rhythmic motion, his eyes were shut. It was as if a folk song was playing but only he could hear it. He stretched his hands towards a part of the forest and drew his hands towards himself. Out of that part of the forest came a man and son, holding their throats struggling for breath. They crawled on the ground towards them.

His thickness stretches my mouth beyond what I thought possible, testing physical limits I didn't know existed. My hands that had been resting uselessly at my sides throughout this ordeal, frantically search for purchase in the empty air. They instinctively grab onto his muscled stomach, digging my fingers into the firm flesh there and seeking stability in this overwhelming moment.

“Fine. Show me.” The grass dampened my slippers as I followed him to the open patch of lawn. “Stand here,” he instructed, gesturing. I obeyed, stiff and unsure. He came behind me, close enough that I could feel the brush of his breath near my ear. “Loosen your knees. If you’re stiff, you’ll snap.” I swallowed, adjusting awkwardly. His hands closed lightly around my wrists, turning them up. “A fist, not a claw. Curl in. Tight.”

“That I’ve been damned since the first time I saw you.” He works me toward the edge, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing circles while his fingers fuck me in a rhythm that’s making me lose my mind. I’m riding his hand, my robe completely open now, and he’s watching my body like he’s memorizing sacred text. “I’m close.” I grab his wrist, holding him there. “Father, I’m so close, please.” He stops. “No.” I try to grind against his hand but he holds me still with his other arm. “Please, I need to cum.”