Fingering Mga Nobela at Kwento

I clench my fists, nails digging into my palms as I fight the urge to give them the satisfaction of a response. The fingers return, pressing against me with maddening precision. The rhythm is slow, deliberate, every motion engineered to push me closer and closer. I grit my teeth, feeling the tension coiling low in my stomach, knowing that it’ll be for nothing—that they’ll leave me hanging just when I’m on the edge. And sure enough, as my breath hitches and my body tenses, the fingers vanish, leaving me aching and unsatisfied.

Still kissing him uncontrollably, I take a deep breath through my nose and whimper into his mouth when he start fingering me in earnest, his thumb firmly pressing on my clit. I move my hips as much as I can, his hand driving me out of my mind. My body burning and tingling at the same time, I tear my mouth away from his and bite on my lip to hold in an embarrassingly long and loud moan. My hand tighten around his cock. I can hear all the noises of him fingering me is making, and it is only getting me more work up. “You’re dripping all over my hand again,” he murmur, and I am

' Shi Tian said in his mind as he thought about the pleasuring techniques that he learned from his dual cultivation technique. 'Pleasure Touch!' The hand technique of pleasuring, coating your fingers with Yang Qi, releasing a little amount of Yang Qi from your fingers while touching a woman. "Eroge Finger!" The finger technique of pleasuring. The first method - wiggling your fingers inside of a girl's vagina like a serpent tail. The second method - Vibrate the spirit Qi around your finger, it causes a great simulation inside of a girl. En … … ohhhh … … 'Eroge Finger!'

My juices squirted around his fingers, soaking his hand and the fresh sheets. “Oh my God… your fingers feel so good… I just love how your fingers are destroying my pussy for me… I love this fingering than anything else… go deeper with your fingers and don’t even pause… fuck me harder with those thick fingers… harder… please!” I begged, while I was still squeezing my own breasts so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My hands continued roaming wildly over my body, it was pinching, slapping, caressing, as if I couldn’t control myself anymore. “I can’t live without this… I love sex and I love fingering… I love everything that fe

My hands fell from my mouth before I caught myself and pressed them back, a muffled sound tearing through my throat that I barely contained it. The stretch across my rim was at the absolute limit of what I could hold without crying and Tavian worked all three fingers in tandem without reducing the pace. “That’s just three fingers, Little Wolf.” His voice was completely steady. “Tip of the iceberg.” He finger-fucked me with all three until my vision had softened at the edges and my legs were shaking and I couldn’t track time anymore. Then he pulled back to one. His middle finger only, buried deep, curling on each stroke, rubbing a specific spot that made my cock pulse against the wall in fron

he growled, the word pulled from him as he finger f-ked her, going deeper, pushing it further. Eight points, he thought. He was the first to get his come into her, though he’d lose half a point from using his fingers and not his c-ck. Still, fingering her was three, though he thought, and fingering her in order to rub a load of his come into her should be an extra point. One point for the kiss. Dry humping her to orgasm was two… He was ahead of Heath and Cameron both… His competitiveness against his mates caught him by surprise.

" And I do. With my eyes closed and his voice in my ears, the dissociation blurs and my fingers become his fingers and the distance collapses. “Faster now. Both hands. Clit and inside. The way I do it when I’m trying to make you cum fast before your alarm goes off.” I speed up. Both hands working – fingers pumping my pussy, thumb grinding my clit. His voice in my ears, the compressed digital audio somehow more intimate than being in the same room because I’m hearing him without seeing him and the voice alone is enough. “Right hand stays on your throat. Left hand does everything. Squeeze your throat when you cum. The way I squeeze.”

Her fingers thread through my hair, pushing me deeper between her legs, her hips rolling around me, riding my fingers. I thrust deeper, faster, making her scream louder. Her walls clench around my fingers, her arousal dripping down my fingers. She comes with a choked cry, her entire body shuddering as she pulses around my fingers, begging for more. I go slower, swallowing every drop of her orgasm. When her body starts to relax, I pick up the pace, working my fingers inside her while she whimpers repeatedly, begging me to let her come again. She's completely dazed now, riding my fingers with a slow, punishing pace.

In me. My middle and ring finger slipped inside of me and I had to bite my lip to muffle a moan from slipping out from the stretch. It wasn't enough— it never was, but it still was able to give me a small amount of pleasure that was absolutely maddening. It felt like I was teasing myself. My fingers were short, so no matter how hard I tried to reach that spot, it wasn't even close to touching it. Still, I slipped my fingers in and out, creating a tempo, using the slight friction to create arousal.

I pour lube across three fingers and spread it carefully, adding a small amount where it’s needed. Carter groans softly when I touch him. The sound nearly derails me. For a moment I almost lean down again. Almost. No. Focus. Prepare first. Lose control later. My first finger slides in smoothly. The fit is perfect tight, warm, like something designed exactly for this. I pause. Count slowly. One… Two… My body screams for speed, but I force myself to wait. By the time I reach ten, my second finger joins the first. The sight alone is enough to make my breath hitch.