Fingering Stories Novels & Stories

Rumble" The Finger of the People! One Finger on the People! In an instant, the whole space was filled with endless storms. A finger was 1,000 meters long, across the sky. Among them were apparition / phantom s of all life. Their faces were sincere, as if they were praying to a deity. A wave of great might supported their fingers. With this finger, four ancient symbols were embedded. Wherever it went, space was pierced into a huge passageway. "Oh no!" At this moment, Feng Canyun, Poison King, Bentley Sun, Gu Yan, and Xuan Qianchong's expressions completely changed. With this finger, Zephyr Khan would definitely die. But at this time, they had no strength to resist and move forward, because th

Horace was the best candidate; I didn't even need to get my hands dirty. In the seventh year, Horace took me to see the maple leaves. The hills were painted red, full of wild energy and life. As we walked down the mountain, I silently took his hand. I wished that time could stand still in that moment.

Chapter 12: True Love's Embrace Finally, the day of their reunion arrived. Ella stood nervously, her heart pounding in her chest, as Alexander approached her. The anticipation and the weight of their shared memories created an electric tension between them. In that moment, all doubts and fears melted away. Their eyes locked, and the world around them faded into insignificance. Without a word, Alexander took Ella's hand, gently sliding the glass slipper onto her foot, where it fit perfectly, sealing their bond. Their love story, which had begun with a chance encounter, blossomed into a romance filled with mutual admiration, support, and a shared vision for the future. Together, they embarked

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.

Finrir sees this as his moment to not just recount their arduous journey but to weave a tale that immerses them in the vivid reality he experienced. Bryan's request for information resonates with Finrir, and with a graceful motion, he glides a few strokes backward, creating a subtle distance between himself and the others. This deliberate movement sets the stage, signaling his intent to employ his bardic skills and transport them into the heart of the narrative. With squared shoulders and unwavering determination, he prepares to share their tale.

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.

“You begged me to fuck this filthy cunt. Now you’ll take everything I give you and nothing more.” I shoved two fingers inside myself, thrusting them in time with the rhythm of his hips. The stretch wasn’t enough, but it was all I had. My other hand braced against the wall as I fucked myself to the sound of his voice, imagining it was his thick cock stretching me open instead of my own fingers. “Lord Edmund—” she moaned. “Shut up,” he growled, low and dangerous. That voice did something wicked to me. I pumped my fingers faster, curling them, chasing the feeling. My thighs trembled. My breath came in short, quiet gasps as I tried not to make a sound.

She winked and spoke in a flirtatious way. She stepped forward towards my father and kept her hands on his shoulders. Every time she came near my dad, her dangerous scent would make my dad go crazy for her. KNOCK KNOCK My dad moved away from Caroline and sat at his seat as he heard the knock which made Caroline shocked. She had a thought that she would use her beauty as a weapon for everything but sadly she didn’t know it would work every time. “Sit down and continue your work, we’ll talk about our personal matters later.” My father continued his work.

Showering, I often find myself fingering myself. Letting the hot, warm water spill across my body as I lean back in against the wall. one hand caressing between my large tits while I fondle them like my nightly paramour would. my fingers stroking down across the smooth, shaved mound of my pussy as I stroke across the sensitive tip of my clit, rubbing down across its hood to dip my wet fingers into myself as I feel myself getting closer and tighter to orgasm.

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 feels good inside my pussy… I can’t survive without getting fucked