Fingering Novels & Stories

that was my favorite thong, but all I can focus on is the way his calloused fingertips drag through my folds, spreading my own wetness up to my asshole before circling back to my entrance. “You’re gonna walk with my fingers inside you,” he orders, pressing two thick digits into me without warning. I choke on a moan, my nails digging into his shoulders as he curls them, finding that spot that makes my knees weak. “And if you clamp down on me, I’ll add a third. Understand?” I nod, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he starts to move, his fingers pistoning in and out of me with slow, deliberate strokes. The hallway stretches forever, every step a battle between staying upright and meltin

He was staring into my eyes when he sucks his fingers in his mouth. "Oh, God! Yes. I screamed out. He stuck his fingers inside me. He is fingering me and licking my clit in his mouth. In and out, in and out! Damn him. I want him now. He has been teasing me. He's not going fast either. He has been pleasuring me slow and easy. I want fast and harder, just a little bit. I am moving around trying to get him to go faster. But he's holding me down now with his other hand. I groaned out, and I am biting my lip, and my eyes rolled back into my head.

The coldness of his fingertips touched her skin, and a cool sensation traveled to his fingertips. “Gentle touching is the first stage in the flirting process.” His deep and low voice carried a hint of banter. The tip of his fingers fell on her neck but did not slide downward. It was simply absentmindedly stroking her neck without a fixed rhythm. Jane resisted instinctively. That person chuckled. His deep and low voice was heard above Jane’s head. “You got it now?”