Fingering Stories Novels & Stories

Time to sweeten the story. I leaned in, lowering my voice conspiratorially. "Oh, I want him to get me into gambling," I added professionally. "I want to learn from an expert like him since I don't want to be losing, you know." I concluded. The lie slipped off my tongue easily, smooth as silk. Her face relaxed, buying into my story. "Oh, that's more like it," she nodded with a sly smile spreading across her face. "You're lucky this sugar here is popular because if you'd ask the rest of the girls, they wouldn't know a thing." She said boastfully.

I wondered if I made the right wish or not. Honestly, my heart heart like a thousand and one pieces of nails were inserted into it . I was on the verge of crying . After class I waited , i felt the need to talk to Richmond now Franklin however as soon as I held his hand in an attempt to speak to him he pulled my hand off as though it was infected and left . I sat on the floor and wept , of what use was it to gain the whole world and lose one’s soul . I lost him, For the first time I honestly believed I lost him and there was no way he would ever forgive me . I lost to my own game , and the feeling , the taste was so bitter.

It looked like René was the only one who was interested in solving the mystery. René knew that he had caused a disturbance in the cafeteria, and he sincerely apologized to the people there. He was a lecturer there, so he had to save his reputation. “Sorry,” finally Alain squeaked a little. There seemed to be a hint of regret in his eyes. René stopped apologizing to the people and turned to his student. The older one tried to calm himself down before speaking again, “I once asked whether you have a sister named Park Ah Reum or not, and you said that you haven't. I’m also sure that I don’t have a brother whose face is very similar to mine. If so, then I guess that we both are... the reincarnat

His fingers dug in, possessive, as if battling himself. “Why? Because of rules? Or because you know once you start, you will not stop?” I ground down again, the friction sending sparks through my pussy, already wet and aching. My breasts pressed against his chest, nipples peaked and sensitive, begging for his mouth. His head fell back against the seat, eyes closing briefly. “You are playing with fire. I am trained to resist.”

COCK TALES Amber has been added to the group. Ryann- Hi Amber. In case you don’t know, this group chat is dedicated to documenting the tales of my friend Harry flirting with this cute bartender chick who is apparently completely uninterested in him. This is particularly entertaining as he is an Incubus and doesn’t usually have to work so hard for a girl’s attention. Harry- Hi Ryann’s friend. I want it noted that I am in fact incredibly handsome and ridiculously charming. It’s this girl that’s the strange one.

The air between us was charged with tension and heat, and I found myself fidgeting, my heart beating faster and faster with every passing second. My eyes followed his every moment but now they were only fixed on his fingers as they moved deftly over the cooking ingredients. I watched as he expertly chopped and stirred, the muscles in his forearms flexing with each movement. The heat of the stove added to the heat in the room, and I could feel myself becoming more and more flustered as I watched him work. Every movement he made seemed deliberate and confident, and I found myself imagining his fingers touching me, moving across my skin with the same practised and gentle care he was using to co

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

It is extremely hot, hotter than the water of the bath and the girl feels her cunt almost suck her digits inside. It isn’t long before she is sliding them in and out all the way up to her knuckles and adding a third finger to the mix. Adding that third stretches her nicely. Her free hand goes from tugging and pinching her erect nipples to playing with her clit. The girl is moaning and panting while she brings herself closer and closer to orgasm. “Oh, Jerry!” she moans when she plunges her fingers as deep as she can, curving them to brush that certain spot. She smiles to herself when the image of her boyfriend fucking her drives her to pump her fingers harder and faster, imagining they are Je

I clarified and she flared her eyes open just in time for me to introduce the whole lenght of my middle finger inside her, curling the tip right inside her walls and starting a rhythm that set her off balance. “Oh my God,” she breathed out loud. “You haven’t done this before?” I ask more bemused than I thought I would be and she shook her head. “Well, let me do the honors of giving you your first fingering orgasm,” I said as I rose to my feet and cleared everything behind her with a swipe, stationeries and files shattered on the the ground as i helped her lay her back such that her hair falls downwards with her face looking up to the ceiling. I put myself in between her legs so she’d have no

My hands fell from my mouth before I caught myself and pressed them back, a muffled sound tearing through my throat that I barely contained it. The stretch across my rim was at the absolute limit of what I could hold without crying and Tavian worked all three fingers in tandem without reducing the pace. “That’s just three fingers, Little Wolf.” His voice was completely steady. “Tip of the iceberg.” He finger-fucked me with all three until my vision had softened at the edges and my legs were shaking and I couldn’t track time anymore. Then he pulled back to one. His middle finger only, buried deep, curling on each stroke, rubbing a specific spot that made my cock pulse against the wall in fron