Fingering Stories Novels & Stories

Chloe grabbed the sheets as Cynthia rubbed her clit and teased her with her tongue. Cynthia slides a finger inside her wet p*ssy and begins to finger her. "So wet!" Cynthia purred as she fingered Chloe. "Ooohhh Cyn!" Chloe moans, grabbing Cynthia's hair and lifting her hips to Cynthia's mouth. Cynthia moaned as she f*cked Chloe with her fingers and teased her with her tongue. "Cyn!" Chloe calls out.

Her fingers thread through my hair, pushing me deeper between her legs, her hips rolling around me, riding my fingers. I thrust deeper, faster, making her scream louder. Her walls clench around my fingers, her arousal dripping down my fingers. She comes with a choked cry, her entire body shuddering as she pulses around my fingers, begging for more. I go slower, swallowing every drop of her orgasm. When her body starts to relax, I pick up the pace, working my fingers inside her while she whimpers repeatedly, begging me to let her come again. She's completely dazed now, riding my fingers with a slow, punishing pace.

My fingers slip into my shorts, inside my panties, and I begin to play with my clit. I lift up my shirt, my nipples poking out. I pull down my shorts so I could finger-fuck myself easier, closing my eyes, indulging in the p**n. Dipping my fingers inside, I swirl the wetness all over my clit and rub it faster and faster, imagining my hot step brother's mouth between my thighs, licking me and tasting me. I rock my body back and forth, thinking about his mouth. His head down there, taking what he wants and telling me how sweet my pussy is. Oh, God. I rub fast and faster. My hips roll, the skin of my nipples tightening in the cool air. I arch my neck back, slipping half my finger inside me and s

My fingers could feel his pre-cum that I used to lubricate my stroking. “You’re making me lose my patience, baby. For surely you would regret seducing me.” He had taken out my shorts and underwear and in a swift move, he entered me with so much force, causing us to both moan from the pleasure it gave us. He started moving his hips and sometimes, I would meet him halfway. His fingers had done magic by pinching my clit as his cock filled my hole. I continued to moan and beg while he gave and did what I asked him to.

His fingers slid under the fabric of her delicate panties. “Hmm,” she hummed, licking her lips and arching her back. Encouraged by her receptiveness, he explored her moist flesh. She was soft and warm, her female folds drenched with her juices, her knees at an angle now to give him better access. Samson bathed his fingers in her wetness before he dove farther south. He probed at her entrance and drove his finger into her. A gasp came from her. “Samson!” she panted. “Please, don’t tease me.”

Her slightly deeper voice compared to others; how could he forget? Unfortunately, no matter how many times he turned around he could not find the source. It was too distinct to have been the weed, and yet, him standing alone proved otherwise. ‘I must be going crazy’. He thought to himself. No, with what he was about to do, he was starting to believe it truly was her. He had to believe it. ‘I must be on the right path. She is definitely the one talking to me.’ He told himself, steeling his resolve once more on this crazy path he was taking. After a few minutes of waiting the writings were finally dried. Anderson stood up once more as he again pulled out small trinkets and black ring bags with

He began to push in and out of me. I moaned more loudly again as he curved his fingers inside me. I covered my mouth before I could scream again. I can not believe that sound was coming from me. It was hard to believe I was the one moaning. He pulled out his fingers and stared down at me, his eyes were dark with the clouds of desire. "Do you know what they call that?" He asked, still staring at me. "Fingering, I just fingered you." He whispered. "And you enjoyed it." He added.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

Valeria's eyes rolled back, and she nearly collapsed. "Your hand…" I held up my severed finger and glared at Luca. "Luca, didn't you know? I never took the ring off. Once it comes off, it loses its purpose." As his face drained of color, I gave him a merciless smile. "Don't you remember? You were the one who used a cigar cutter to sever my finger. And with it, you cut off the Rossi famiglia's only way out. The moment you called my finger trash and I fed it to the fire, the end began. Congratulations, Luca. You cremated your famiglia and its fortune with your own hands."

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