روايات وقصص ضمن Fisting Literotica

He kept talking to Richard about quarterly numbers, voice calm and steady, while two thick fingers parted her soaked folds and sank deep inside her without warning. She bit her lip hard, thighs trembling as she tried to keep her face neutral. His fingers curled, stroking that devastating spot inside her while his thumb brushed her swollen clit in slow, torturous circles. “Everything alright, Lila?” Sophia asked sweetly, eyes gleaming with suspicion. “You look a little flushed.” “I’m fine,” Lila managed, voice tight. Victor’s fingers pumped deeper, scissoring, stretching her right there at the table while her father sat less than six feet away.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

Her fingers making obscenely loud squelching noises every time she plunged back into Lucie's soaked twat. Emma was finger fucking her friend so hard and so fast Lucie could hardly breathe it felt so good. She knew she would have a massive orgasm as the waves of pleasure washed over her as Emma's hand thoroughly fucked her sopping wet and engorged red pussy. Emma turned up the heat as she managed to move her thumb so it rubbed over Lucie's clit every time she shoved her hand into Lucie's squelching wet cunt making Lucie scream loudly each time.

I pull out and grab the fisting gloves—black latex, lubed thick. “Gentlemen, watch this forbidden shit. These sluts take fists like pros.” Lila first. I work four fingers into her dripping cunt—twisting, stretching. She moans, spreading wider. Then my thumb. Knuckles deep. I push—slow, relentless—until my whole fist pops inside. She screams in ecstasy, body convulsing. “Fist-fuck me, Sir! Ruin my breeding hole for the audience!” I pump my arm—deep, churning her insides, elbow nearly vanishing.

asshole did not close completely but only narrowed the gape gasping like a fish thrown out of water. Obviously the owner loved it very much and often engaged it with all kinds of plugs, vibrators, speculums, carrots, bananas (just like the notorious nuns in the joke), long cucumbers, broomsticks, bottles and other elongated objects. This guy is a genuine long-time fisting expert. He posts his photos on foreign pornographic websites.

Her fingers plunged fast inside her slightly hairy cunt, tits jiggling with each fuck. On her laptop screen were men, their cocks out, stroking furiously while staring at her pussy. "Finger fuck your cunt harder." An older guy growled on the screen. Fatima moaned, slamming her fingers harder. Squelching sounds filled the room, sucking one of her boobs into her mouth. I knew Fatima was crass but not to this extent. Before I knew it I yelled at her. "Fatima!! What....what the hell is this???"

Leila only smiled as he left, she kept on focusing on the files, trying to sort it out when she was interrupted by Jones, she rolled her eyes, what was the woman doing on this floor when her desk was underneath the executive floor. “Leila, you are really a slut! You know that right?!” Jones screamed, attacked her with her words Leila just opened her mouth in surprise, she wanted to talk but she could not say anything. “You’re deaf and dumb now right? I always wondered how you always receive favors from everybody and it turns out you are banging the boss, someone that has a fiancée. You are a slut! Your video is everywhere. You and the boss making out in an elevator”

*** Liliana’s POV ------ Opening: Instructor Wanted Topics of interest: Deep Throating 101, How to Break into Fisting, and the Limits of Breath Play. Attire: Just enough restraints to keep one open for business. Timeline: One-night cram session, looking to enroll soon ------

The entire performance had dissolved into something far more chaotic and primal. Lila’s eyes widened as the men surrounded her. She was still fingering herself, legs spread on the chaise, when the first man reached her. The tall businessman grabbed her wrist and gently but firmly pulled her hand away from her pússy. He replaced her fingers with his own, thrusting two thick digits deep inside her soaked cúnt while his thumb rubbed hard circles over her swollen clít. “So fúcking wet,” he growled. “You were made for this, weren’t you?”

When she was done stitching her hand back on, she grabbed a blood bottle from the table and chugged it. Truth be told, I was not sure how to feel. It was difficult to endure the image of my friend cutting herself so severely, but was it not splendid that she was expressing herself through creative performance? Based on the lyrics of her song, I gathered that Loretta was overcome with conflicted feelings of her own—feelings she could express only through her art. The masochism seemed to be part of the message, as well as serving as a distraction from the heretical nature of the lyrics.