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"Does nasty-girl have any requests?" "Oh, fuck, Kev!" she answered. "Shove your fingers up my hot fucking cunt! Finger-fuck my pussy! Jesus, you have me so frigging horny right now!" He pushed his middle and index fingers up her cunt, while at the same time extending his thumb to rub across her asshole. He shoved his fingers as deep into his sister's cunt-hole as he could, and then held his fist mashed hard against her pussy lips as his thumb wiggled against her butt-hole.

motion with his finger. His plans were to absolutely drive her wild; he added a second finger. “Fuccck!!” Her squirt was all over his face.

“Guh.” Stanley gritted his teeth as his fingers started to tingle in an excruciating pain. This bast*rd! He actually stabbed his hand with the f*cking dagger! His hand was nailed on the armrest as the blood trickle down on his knees. Just why? I only arrived at this world a few moments ago but I had to go through a f*cking torture. Stanley winced as he slightly moved the fingers of his injured hand. ‘F**k it hurts!’

General Valencia uttered again. Frost did not hesitate and immediately bit her pointing finger. She squeezed her finger, she then drops her blood on the ring. The ring glowed for a second before it subsided. "You can check the things stored inside with your divine sense." General Valencia instructed, a smile could be seen on his face.

I sterilize my left finger since I’m going to pull out the bullet with it. "Don’t tell me you’re going to pull out the bullet with your finger?" I raised my head. "Do you have a tweezer?" "No." "Then this is the only way. You’re not scared of blood now do you?" He frowned feeling slightly offended. "Of course not." "Then brace yourself."

Fenella sighed with pleasure. I could only imagine Fenella's fingers possibly being inserted into her wet core. It was somewhat challenging to match my cock, but I thought her three fingers would be close enough for her. I groaned as my fist enveloped my entire shaft. I squeezed it gently several times. I hoped to match Fenella's tight, pulsating passage that pumped my cock, but I only found disappointment. My hand couldn't replace Fenella's throbbing inner muscles, which felt intoxicatingly tight, but I had no other choice.

My cheeks already tear-stained. Then, He took another device in his hand and said putting it between my two-finger," this is called finger cutter. They are used for cutting fingers of those who touch something which shouldn't be touched". Hearing him my voice become stuck inside my throat and now I am only shedding my tears. Is he going to use them on me? This question is making my blood freeze. He removed that device from my fingers and kissed my both knuckles. His weird behaviour is increasing my fear on another level.

They were cloudy, the golden flecks drowning in a sea of red-rimmed exhaustion and toxic fever. He looked down at my hand, stained with his own rot, and then slowly lifted his right arm. His fingers, blistered and charred from the trial of the First Gate, trembled violently. He didn't cover my hand to keep it there. He didn't reach for comfort. He placed his ruined fingers against my wrist and weakly, pathetically, tried to push my hand away. He was refusing the anchor. He was rejecting the pity.

“Didn’t think you’d like getting fingered by a stranger?” “N-no, I…oh god!” His fingers curl inside me, hitting that rough patch of nerves that makes my toes curl. My breath comes in sharp, broken gasps. The gloves are slick with me now, my juices coating his skin, dripping down to the bed. He works me like he’s owning me, his fingers pistoning in and out, his thumb rubbing my clit in tight, relentless circles. “You’re gonna cum for me, Sunny?” His voice is a growl, his free hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. “Gonna soak my fingers before I even put the needle in?”

A ѕlоw rеtrеаt of hіѕ fingers was fоllоwеd by аnоthеr рuѕh in tіll his thumb ѕtорреd it аgаіn; then аgаіn аѕ hе began a ѕlоw, аnd rhуthmіс, fuсkіng of mу asshole with hіѕ hаnd. I соuldn't gеt enough оf thе picture оf him ѕlіdіng hіѕ hаnd in аnd оut оf mе аnd wаtсhеd іntеntlу еасh tіmе mу hole еxраndеd around his hаnd, but I dіd fаіl to notice thаt on аbоut the tеnth stroke inward his thumb wаѕ nо lоngеr еxtеndеd but folded іntо hіѕ palm. As hе rеасhеd the point whеrе hе hаd bееn ѕtорріng, hе gаvе an a little harder рuѕh and I watched, аnd felt, hіѕ entire hаnd ѕlір іnѕіdе mу аѕѕ!