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"Finger fuck me while he listens." I added a fourth finger, stretching her, my thumb grinding her clit in rough circles. Wet noises filled the kitchen, loud enough I worried. Her juices ran down my wrist. She rocked back on my hand, ass pressing into my groin, feeling me harden again through my shorts. Outside, Damien cursed and kicked the door.

"Need your cock, need it now." He pulled his fingers free and I heard him fumbling with the lube. Then his hot hand was wrapping around mine, slick rainbows glistening on his fingers as he pressed them down to circle my rim. "69 baby," he purred, eyes dark with lust as he maneuvered us. "Gonna eat this sweet ass while I fuck you open on my fingers."

I take my middle finger and my ring finger, and I slide all my rings except my engagement off, then I slide my fingers inside her, stuffing them in. "You're so tight." I say as I pump my fingers in and out of her. I tell her to flip over and she does, so I reward her with my fingers, pumping them inside her as i kiss her ass. She moans and grabs my wrist as I finger her. "How is... how are you gonna fit?" she pants, moaning and breaking her arch.

My fingertips brushed the fabric stretched across his ribs. His breathing changed instantly. So, did mine. The final clasp refused to move. "It... it’s stuck." "You are pulling in the wrong direction." "I am not." "You are." "I'm definitely not." "You are." I frowned. "Fine." I pulled harder, but nothing happened. Then Caleb covered my hands with his own. "Like this." His gloved fingers folded over mine; his fingers were warm, and mine were, too. A current ran through me, exploding beneath my skin.

It became harder every second as she pushed her palm on her mouth, forcefully shutting herself up from uttering a single noise. Growing impossibly wetter she felt his two fingers dangerously intruding her entrance. In a second, she was sitting, intending to prevent his hand and before she could, his fingers had already disappeared inside, teasing her pussy, slowly twisting inside, coiling her turmoil as it wished to release a moan. He watched her expressions morph into embarrassment as she watched his slick fingers coming out of her tightness. Her breathe trembled as he licked his fingers, devouring her juices shamelessly.

Pity. "No." "Very well then," I say as I align the bolt cutters with the first knuckle on his pinky finger and snip it off. One third of his finger pops off with a sickening crunch. A scream errupts from his throat as blood drips to the cement flooring at his feet. His arms are held out from his sides by metal bars that attach to a metal belt around his waist and hook to cuffs on his wrist, making the finger snipping easy. His feet are shackled to the floor not allowing him to walk. He also has metal bars behind his legs attached to cuffs on his ankles and into the metal belt around his waist forcing him to stand. He has a spike collar around his throat with tiny nubs on the interior that ru

"Holy shit, you are so fucking hot." She started pumping her fingers in and out of herself. She started rocking her entire body in response to the fucking she was giving herself with her fingers. She released her tit and put her other hand down into her pussy as well. The action caused her biceps to push her tits together and up between her arms. She twirled her fingers in a circle over her clit as she fucked herself with two fingers. Steph pulled her fingers out of her pussy and held them out under Todd's nose. He took a deep sniff of her aroma off her fingers. He had to concentrate not to close his eyes.

he corrects, pointing a splinted finger at the blank expanse of wall opposite the sofa. "I’ve counted the grain patterns in the wood floor. I have replayed the entire plot of The Matrix in my head. I need my laptop." "No." I turn around and walk back into the kitchen. "Kir." "No." I pour the puree into a ceramic bowl and stick it in the microwave. "You have four broken fingers. You are not typing." "I can type with my left thumb and my right hand. I can navigate the dark web with two digits. Bring me the machine."

I remained limp in his grip, watching with detached interest. Suddenly, I lunged forward and smashed a glass cup that sat on the table. Before Lucas could react, I pressed my left thumb firmly onto the sharpest shard, dragging it across my flesh. Blood immediately welled from the deep cut, dripping onto the floor in a steady rhythm. The pain was intense, but I welcomed it. My fingerprint was now effectively destroyed—the dual system would remain inaccessible. "What the hell!" Lucas shouted, his face contorting with rage. "You crazy bitch!"

His thumb kept working her clit in tight circles while he fucked her slowly with his fingers, the wet sound of it obscenely loud in the quiet dream room. Grace’s hand reached back blindly and found the thick ridge of his cock. She squeezed him through the fabric, then shoved the waistband down so she could wrap her fingers around the hot, heavy length of him. He was fully hard, the head already slick. She stroked him in time with the thrust of his fingers, and the low groan he made against her neck sent a fresh rush of heat between her legs. He rolled her onto her back without warning. The T-shirt was pushed up under her arms; his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard enough to make her