Felix Hand Size Novels & Stories

Felix was right behind her. "Felix Melena," he offered his hand to Elsa. She shook it then went back to showering. "I'm better than Cáel." Elsa gave him a quick sneer. "What gives you that idea?" she murmured. "Why don't you let me prove it," he turned to face her, giving Elsa the complete Felix Melena aesthetic. He was a centimeter, or two taller, I was maybe three kilograms heavier and we both lavished attention on our bodies. He was perhaps a bit longer, but narrower down there.

Of course, this was because Mystic Maiden feared that Alex would encounter peril here once the spell formation’s range was reduced. Alex rushed out of the spell formation and fell into the water. Little by little, he cleaned off the blood scabs on his body. When he was taking a shower, he discovered a problem. His clothes looked broad for some unknown reason, especially the waistband of his pants that looked much thicker. When he looked carefully at his hands, he gasped... ‘These hands. Are these my hands? ‘They are too... small, right?’ Alex looked at his hands in disbelief as they were two sizes smaller than his normal hands.

She asked him for the size, so it would be perfect in their owner's hand. He didn't know her perfect size which made him think for a moment and then he realised how many times he had held her wrist while dragging her with him. He lifted his big and rough palm in the air and imagined her wrist in his hand. Automatically his palm became like a mold in which her wrist will get fit perfectly that meant he knows what her size of wrist too let alone the body size. He showed his almost fisted palm to the lady. "This is the size of her wrist." He told the lady and she smiled widely at his hearty gesture.

I told him, avoiding the topic of faithfulness or something similar. “But we human beings can hardly remain faithful.” Felix said. He poured some more wine and we continued to drink. “Your husband is a lucky man to have such a beautiful shapely woman.” Felix told me ogling at my hips. “Thank you, also your wife must be very lucky to have such a handsome man, and tall. How tall are you by the way?” I asked him. “I am 6 feet 5 inches tall.” He told me. “What about you?” He asked.

“When you’ve been with one person so long, you anticipate their moods even before they know it themselves.” I stood up. I paced around the room. My mind raced, and I couldn’t stop myself from looking through every chest and cabinet. “The hells are you doing? Did you hear what I said?” Felix asked irritably. “I can’t stay still. Felix.” I stopped, and I took hold of both his hands. I knelt by his feet and looked up at him. It startled him, as if he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. Even though he was smaller than me by an inch, his hands were larger than mine. I wondered if he would grow to be as big as Deanneth when he became an adult in his prime.

In one motion, including his boxers drop off the carpeted floor and he kicked it out until there is nothing left on his body. He pulled my hand away and held it on his shaft. I could feel her pet throbbing inside my palm. Bulky indeed, bigger and longer than Brent. I am not sure if it was eight or nine inches long. All I knew was that it was huge and longer than an ordinary size. “F*ck! How you massage me felt so nice, Celestine… Ugh .. It gives me the pleasure,” he said while moaning. “Your hand is just rubbing it. What more if it's already in your mouth.”

Tyrone unzipped his pants, and Sarah's eyes went wide. Thirteen and a half inches sprang free....thick, dark, veined, the head already glistening. It was the size of her forearm, and Sarah couldn't imagine how it would fit inside her. Jamal stood next, revealing his own impressive thirteen inches, slightly less thick but just as intimidating. Marcus was last, and while his twelve inches was the "smallest," it was so thick Sarah wasn't sure which would be harder to take.

Except, I knew I had to wait until I finished with this checklist before I could even think to ask any of them for any help. My head now trying to get my mind back into the game, when I move to see something labeled as Fisting and paused. Having seen firsthand just how huge each of their hands could be only sent more heat coursing through my body but wasn’t so sure that their hands would even fit inside me. I mean, have you seen their hands? They were giant. Suddenly unsure if I wanted to explore that realm with them just yet I move to check on maybe, hoping not to offend them in any sort of way possible.

"Sounds like tribulation. The Christians speak about it all the time. Are you Christian?" "God doesn't exist, why should I waste my time following some ancient celebrity?" Felix let out a short laugh and took Elias's hands. "It's not worth it. I'd use the energy to believe in myself." Picking Elias's frail thumb, Felix studied it. The cuticle on this finger was mostly dead because it looked really ugly and brown. It wasn't going to be painful but Felix made sure it was. So, he used his hand to pry the pincers a few centimeters apart and closed it around his cuticle and made sure he picked a generous amount of flesh before snapping it shut and pulling.

~ Runa ~ “Felix?” My hands wrap around him in an instant, pulling him up into my arms as I inhale his scent. He was trembling, fear pouring out of him as he clings to me as if I were his lifeline. I could feel his ribcage pressing against me as I feel his bones, he was far too skinny, he didn’t even weigh the same as usual. His face nuzzles into my neck as his sobs continue, his body