Fingering Novels & Stories

I ratcheted up my torture when my left twin fingers reached her sphincter. Tap the opening - tease her with false penetrations. My lips reached her neck right beneath her ear. I pulled in the flesh with a powerful suction, grabbing the tiny tip of taut flesh with my teeth. Her dolorous pleading ramped up as I delved my fingers in simultaneously. Rhada's anal ring pulsed, alternating between ushering my forefinger inside and resisted my progress.

I writhed against the wall, unable to withstand the intense pleasure his fingers gave me. I could hear my own loud moans as he drove two fingers into my moist pussy. It felt good. Too good. He continued fingering me while still pinning my hand above my head. He was fully in control and I was glad to have it that way. My body moved to the tune of his fingers, welcoming every delicious sensation that ran through me. But the fiery passion in my body only intensified. I wanted more. As if aware of that, he fingered me faster. I felt a sharp pang of pleasure when he suddenly curved his fingers and began moving them in circular motions. It almost felt as if my head

He doesn’t know whom to believe, so he believes no one anymore. Jenny’s fingers relaxed from the palm of her hand. Her nails left four crescent-shaped imprints on her palm. The skin inside these imprints turned white, while the surrounding skin turned red. Her hand hung limp at her side, and her fingertips touched the rough stone pavement. The rough surface scraped against her fingertips, producing a “scraping” sound.

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.

I want to savor the moment with him. I continue to work my t*ts alternating between the two. I start to work myself back to the edge and as I get closer, Reece whispers “Add another finger.” I almost came right then. I slide another finger in and can’t hold back the little noises that come from my mouth. I start to work faster and I can hear the sounds of my juices on my fingers.

Even with his large fingers, Desmond had never been able to get more than two in. No matter how wet I was. Figuring mine were pretty thin though, I decided to add a fourth finger anyway. And the groan that tore out of me was animal and raw. My walls stretched to their absolute limit around four fingers. My thighs shook. My free hand abandoned my clit to grab the headboard because my whole body needed anchoring. I wasn't used to it. However, I smiled naughtily at the realization that I was technically fisting myself. "Please," I said to nobody. "Please, please, please…"

Then, he reaches for the keyboard. I don't look at the screen. The screen tells you nothing until it unlocks. I watch his hands. His fingers are pale, stained with ink. They hover over the keys. He types fast. Muscle memory. Left hand, pinky. Bottom row. V. Right hand, middle finger. Top row. I. Right hand, index finger. Bottom row. N. Left hand, middle finger. Bottom row. C. Left hand, middle finger. Top row. E. Left hand, index finger. Top row. R.

This was one of the most powerful finger techniques of Sikong Jiuzhi. "Clang" The confident Sikong Jiuzhi controlled his true energy, but the expression on his face suddenly changed.

How I wish I was the one fingering Freya right now, I'm sure I'll use not only two fingers but three or up to four fingers in fingering her wet pussy so that she will scream even more with great pleasure. "Michael! That's so fucking good, go ahead and keep on licking my pussy. Ugh yeah, that's it." Freya said again in the middle of her accented whimpers and grunts which made my burning desires for her to grow even more. As I watched Freya fingering her pussy, I couldn't help myself anymore and I slowly caressed my dick that was bulging inside my boxer briefs which had been so fucking hard even bef

Closing my eyes, I pictured her face, moving my finger back and forth just the way she did. “Mama…?” she called out, her voice cutting through my haze. “Put two fingers in. And don’t just slide them back and forth. Move them the way your tongue moves when you're scooping ice cream.” I listened and adjusted my rhythm. I inserted a second finger and curled them upward, mimicking the exact scooping motion of a tongue. The sensation was incredible. I repeated the motion over and over at the exact same angle, curling deep inside myself. My hand on my breast gripped tighter, my movements turning faster and hungrier as the slow burn escalated into a feverish heat.