Fingering Sex Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

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.”

He doesn’t use his words often during sex, and my body flushed as I reacted to the deep strains of his voice. I kept my eyes closed. I knew the game so well. Yeah, it was not new to me. Meaning I knew enough to know how far I could push him to get the reaction I wanted from him. I felt his fingertip trail down my spine and hook into my panties. He tugged on them to give me my first order. I stood up in the middle of the bed and removed my panties. His hand on my hip turned me to face him. Before I turned, I closed my eyes again. His fingertip touched my lips and slowly moved down my neck, between my breasts, down my stomach, until his fingertip rested on my clit. My breath caught as he moved

3’s mouth as well, leaving our lipstick smears around the skin of his fingers. Then he dips his fingers into his champagne flute, repeating the process again while we run out tongues all over his fingers. Then he does it the third time, then the fourth time, and by the fifth time, his fingers are totally coated with our lipsticks of different shades of red and pink, and yet dry from our desperate sucking. In a strange way this has made me horny, and when I look at No. 2 who's clenching her legs tightly, and No. 3 who's tongue is still out and her eye all hazy, I realise that they feel the same way.

“You don’t want Maya to hear her precious best friend getting finger-fucked by her big sister, do you?” I shook my head frantically, moaning into her palm as she started pumping her fingers in and out of my tight pussy. She curled them perfectly, hitting that sensitive spot inside me with every stroke. The wet, obscene sounds of her fingers plunging into my soaked cunt were barely covered by the music from the party. “Look at you,” Lena growled, fucking me harder. “Taking my fingers like a greedy little slut right here on the rooftop. Anyone could walk around this corner and see me ruining your tight cunt.”

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 her eyes and moved erotically.

His words came out low and raspy as he gently bit the lobe of my ear, and I let out a strained moan. Inserting my finger into my core, I sort of whimpered at the tightness in my entrance. Gosh, I hadn't realized how long it was since I last had sex until my small finger could barely make it in. No wonder I had screamed my lungs out when Cain finger-fucked me with just two fingers. Even that had felt interchangeable to Harry's dick. Gosh, the one inch men are the toxic ones aren't they? Remembering my moment with Cain along with Marvin's presence tightened my entrance around the tip of my finger that I trapped my lower lips between my teeth as I pushed it in.

“My innocent daughter is dancing just ten paces away, still trusting her best friend completely. And here you are — creaming all over her father’s fingers in the middle of the ballroom.” He added a third finger, stretching her wide, his thumb grinding firm circles over her swollen clit. The ice beneath their feet seemed to warm slightly, vibrating gently in rhythm with his thrusts, amplifying every sensation. Elara came hard within minutes, biting her lip bloody to stay silent as her pussy spasmed violently around his fingers, a fresh gush of slick mixing with his cum and dripping down her legs onto the enchanted ice. The floor absorbed the evidence with a soft shimmer, but the scent of sex

He plunged two fingers in, pumping hard, thumb grinding my clit. I gasped, legs buckling, grabbing his shoulders. "Yes, Alex! Finger-fuck me. Make me cum on your hand." The wet sounds filled the room, holiday music faintly playing from the radio, mocking our sin. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside, and I shattered, pussy clenching, juices squirting over his palm. "That's it, soak me," he rasped, licking his fingers clean, eyes feral. "Taste so sweet. Now, on your knees."

We stared into each other's eyes as his fingers trailed along my neck while Mom ran her fingers over my back. Sam had two fingers in her wet pussy now. I had three in mine. Her nipples were so long and hard. I flinched when my finger grazed my clit. I was ready to cum. Sam looked at me, "Enjoying my story?" "Very," I replied in a throaty whisper.