Felix Hand Size Novels & Stories

"Mmh." The hand, larger than that of an ordinary person, had fingers that were likewise longer and thicker, making three fingers alone probably equivalent to the size of an average dick. As the three fingers slowly stirred inside his body, Eugene imagined Valentine's dick that would enter after the fingers withdrew. He eyed Valentine's groin. He was still unsure if that large thing, which he had touched, rubbed, and sucked before, could actually enter his body. "...!"

She quickly rushed inside to grab somethings she had with her, especially her mothers necklace. "Let's go!!" She said firmly, holding herself together and being strong. The officers nodded and started to walk down. Felix stayed behind the group, closer to Amelthia. He was so close that he could smell the strawberry shampoo she used to wash her hair. Felix was 6ft. But Amelthia was short 5ft 6inches. He towered amelthia.

before Axel finished the bathroom door plug open to a naked, all in his glory Felix with dripping wet hair and wet hard abs. My eyes traveld down malimg my eyes bulge. I don't think that will fit in me, but goddess did it look mouth watering. Felix eyes were all wolf as he stalked towards me grabbing on to my hands and holding them forward on the bed. Felix leaned into me pushing his hard length into my stomach making a whimper escaped my lips. He breathed in my scent as his large hand traveld up my stomach leaving tingles everywhere he touched before pinching my nipple.

he screamed angrily, crushing my fingers with his hand. “Awww… Stop it, Felix! You are hurting my hand, it hurts a lot, stop it!” I cried out in pain. He listened to me and released his hard grip on my hand. But he still didn’t let me go, he still held on to my hand as if I was going to run out of a moving car. I struggled to free my hand, but he brought my hand to his face and held it there, forcing me to feel his cheeks. “Don’t struggle with me!

Felix reached out and steadied me, his hands firmly gripping my arms but I punched him in the face as soon as his fingers touched my skin. “Ow,” Felix grunted in pain as he held his jawline, trying to flex his muscles. “Damn, you still pack a punch, Maisie.” “Don't you ever try to touch me again,” I took a step back from him as my claws retracted from my skin. “What are you doing here?”

I looked at it in disbelief. "How in the world..." I was sure it would have had to take at least another week for the hand to grow back its wrist, palm and fingers. I wiggled my fingers quickly, folding and unfolding them and then placed my left palm on top of my right palm, visually comparing the size of it, equal.

They knew they would obliterate them. "Trust me, Man, I can do it without a second of remorse.” Felix warned, pressing his foot harder on his face, removing the wire in his mouth. “N-No. Please don’t… I-I will guide you.” He cried, shaking his head, begging for mercy, to at least spare his people. These people are out of his league and they cannot afford to fight them. “Good boy. See, now you are listening.” Felix smiled vilely, taking a step back. His back faced the man on the ground. His smile converted into a smirk as he moved his string and cut the fingers on his left hand.

"Ten-inch in length and around three centimeters in diameter." She almost sounded worried. But her touch did not change. She kept her soft and occasionally squeezing caresses of his manhood in agonizingly sweet intervals. “Ahhh baby, I love your touch,” Mike groaned as he felt her hand from the base to the tip of his shaft in a feather-like touch, just to squeeze its head playfully. "Ahhhh Fuckkkk!"

"I can’t hear the brothers. Sometimes the silence is so loud it scares me." Félix didn't give me a lecture on the philosophy of peace. He grabbed me with a raw, mortal intensity, his hands—calloused and stained with earth—mapping my body through the thick wool of my dress. He kissed me with a slow, heavy deliberation—a kiss that was about the Sanctity of the Ordinary. > [Image: A biological diagram of the human tactile receptors in the hands, showing the complex firing of neurons during physical labor and physical affection.] >

My sense of self-protection compelled me to curl up and protect my private parts. It was just that no matter how weak Felix was, he was still a man about six feet tall. He spread above me like a blanket, preventing me from making any efforts to protect myself.