Fingering Novels & Stories

He asked with a mischievous smirk as he continued fingering me very fast like a professional. "Yes, I love it!" I admitted, and hus smirk widened. I don't know how he did it, but his finger started moving very very very fast, in and out of my pussy. The speed at which he was fingering me was unbelievable, and the pleasure I was feeling got tripled. My moans also got very very loud but he immediately covered my mouth with his palm.

His fingers parted the swollen lips, finding her clit, a sensitive, aching pearl. He began to stroke it, slowly at first, his thumb rubbing with a deliberate, teasing rhythm. Her hips began to buck instinctively, grinding against his palm, desperate for more. She whimpered, a continuous stream of needy sounds. His fingers slipped inside her, one, then two, stretching her, filling her. The sensation was agonizingly exquisite. He thrust his fingers in and out, stretching her tight entrance, as his thumb continued to relentlessly tease her clit.

Run my tongue thru her lower lips, tasting her. I put one finger inside her. I feel her shake. I put another finger inside. “My queen is so wet for her King,” I said, talking to her pussy. My middle and ring finger are inside her, pushing in and out of it, while I come down to her nub, and my tongue swirls around it. I put one of her legs on my shoulder, and her other leg bend at the knee, making her pussy lips open wider. Fingering her, I curl my fingers up, hitting her G spot. I know I reach it because her walls are clenching around them. I kiss her leg’s erogenous zones, just behind her knee.

he whispered with his eyes focused on my fingers. I gasp when my ring finger disappeared into the depth of his mouth. The warm wetness of his mouth enveloped my finger as he began sucking on it softly. I felt goosebumps form on my skin, and it felt like I was about to moan all the time as his lips and tongue continued paying attention to my finger. My body suddenly felt extremely sensitive, and a soft whimper escaped my lips. He let go out of ring finger just to engulf my other finger into his mouth.

‘D chord, there you have the D chord. ‘Am I right?’ I asked. ‘Yeah,’ he answered. ‘Now try to strum it from the fourth string down to the last,’ ‘Is this right?’ ‘Make sure you press the strings with your fingers tightly to make the chord sound correct.’ ‘It hurts,’ ‘Yes, but you’ll get used to it,’ he said. ‘It will give your finger calluses and that’s normal,’ he added. ‘And now try to place your hand on the second fret, your ring finger on the second string, your middle finger on the third and your point finger on the fourth string.’

he murmured in my ear. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and in that moment, I understood it all. The Ossuary Signet, with all its unimaginable wealth, meant nothing compared to Silas' devoted heart. I once thought losing a finger meant losing everything. Only later did I understand it was God's way of freeing me from the wrong person, so I could grasp the right one with both hands.

She continued fingering herself with her three fingers, my long tongue moving round my lips, while it reminisced on how good she had tasted. “Now take in another finger.” She stopped fingering, she bite her lower lip and looked at me, her mouth curving and desperate to safe the safe word. “C’mon baby girl. You know you can take it all in. Do not be a softie.” “She hugged at me and added tow more fingers, this time her five fingers into her pussy howl. This was my first time seeing someone fist herself and it was such a delicious site. Her whole ducked fist entered and she moved it, probably enjoying the moment because she shut h

His finger stretches me as he fills me with his middle finger and then retracts, going in and out again. When he adds another finger and his thumb rub over the ood of my bud, I lose it. He is going to make me come apart into a million pieces and put me back in place again, and do it all over again.

He punctuated his words by thrusting two of his fingers deep inside me in one go. I felt my slippery walls gripping his fingers, trying to suck them in as I pushed back, taking more. He placed his palm on the small of my back to hold me in place as he started to move his fingers, fûcking me with them. “You really weren’t lying, huh? When you said you wanted to be fûcked, look at you taking my fingers so far inside your pûssy.” I could feel myself dripping around his fingers and not just that but I could also hear the embarrassing sound his fingers made as he thrust them back and forth. “Can you take three? Let’s see.” “Oh... My. God.” I groaned as he circled his third fingers around my entra

I brought my hand up, and held it toward the camera, with my fingers glistening, visibly coated, and looked directly into the lens. Then I brought my fingers to my mouth, and licked them clean, slow, one at a time, with my eyes fixed on the camera the entire time. "That's what you've been watching." I said it while leaking the juice off my finger. "All this time." My hand went back down. This time with purpose. I let it fall directly on my clit, and the contact after all that teasing made my hips jump, and I gasped out very loudly. I settled into it circles, with firm pressure. My middle finger was moving in slow, steady rhythm while my other hand returned to my chest, pinching my nipple, an