Romans & histoires Festering Bloody Finger

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“Rot. Look at your fingers.” “OH, GOD! KELLY!!!” I got shaken by Frix’s panicking voice and looked at the fingers of my injured arm. The tips of my fingers are already bluish-black and I couldn’t feel anything. I couldn’t move a muscle in my arm. “Should as well just cut it off before the poison circulates inside your body,” the stranger said with an uncaring look and took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit it. The smell made me grimace.

The man took another step towards Feli. "What's wrong with you?" asked Jerrald after reaching the maid. Feli looked up. Her eyes were already glazed over. Her face was like a kitten begging for pity. It was heartbreaking to see. "I accidentally stabbed my own finger... hiks..." This woman immediately sobbed. That instantly made Jerrald panic. He had never dealt with a crying woman. "Hey... you, why are you crying?" "My finger hurts. Hiks... This glass is really sharp." Feli showed one of her fingers that was already bleeding quite a bit.

I clench around his fingers as I cum so hard my vision blurs. My mate doesn't stop. His fingers find my tits again and he starts to gently massage them as he tweaks my sensitive nipples between his fingers. It feels so good. My mate's tongue gently runs on my swollen folds and I open my eyes to look at him. Zane lazily smiles at me and I return it. "Should I stop?" he whispers, rolling his tongue on my swollen nub, and I shake my head no. His fingers on my nipples and his tongue on my clit feel so good.

Without warning, he plunged three thick fingers deep inside me in one brutal thrust. “Ahh—fuck!” The stretch burned deliciously, forcing a broken moan from my throat. His fingers were so thick, so long, filling me completely. He curled them instantly, stroking that sensitive spot inside me with ruthless precision. “That’s it,” he rasped, voice dark and low. “Feel how tight this greedy little cunt is. Sucking my fingers like it’s starving for cock.”

I bit his shoulder hard, moaning loudly without any shame in my voice. “Yes… yes… just like that… I love how your fingers alone are going deeper… your fingers are just fire because they are doing the work well just like how I want to be fucked all the time… your fingers are wrecking my pussy… don’t stop… please don’t stop go even deeper because I love love it… I’m such a dirty greedy little slut for you and your long massive cock together with your thick fingers…”

The taste of blood lingered on his tongue, the metallic tang a reminder of the stakes they faced. Sangre, his eyes ablaze with a mix of dominance and sadistic pleasure, loomed over Fester. He stood like a colossus, an embodiment of unyielding power, his presence commanding the attention of all. His voice, a chilling blend of triumph and malice, filled the air, echoing through the clearing with an air of absolute authority.

He met my gaze with his own and said, “You have taken my côck, little devil, which is thicker and wider than my three fingers. You can take them.” And then slowly, he stuffed his thick fingers inside me. He made me take them just as he had said. I clutched the sheet in my fingers as my stomach tightened and my pûssy stretched around his fingers. I whimpered and moaned aloud, I could feel my muscles trembling and stretching as he started to slowly fûck me with his thick fingers. “Open your eyes and look down at what I’m doing to you, little devil. To your pûssy that belongs to me. To your wet and dripping pûssy. Watch how it’s coating my fingers in its juices.”