Novel & Cerita Forced Handjob

Forest shifted to my right and took my hand, placing his cock in it. "Hold it firmly and stroke it up and down,” he instructed. And like that, I found myself giving a hand job with my right hand; head turned to the left giving a blow job, with Darius fucking my tits. Hearing them moaning and knowing I'm the one making them do that was empowering to say the least. I just wish I could cum. "Fuck punishment. I want to see you cum,” Darius growled as he came on my breasts. I wanted to ask what he meant, but Elijah was filling my mouth with his release, and Forrest's had landed on my chest with Darius's.

"Just use your hand. Wrap your fingers around me." I obeyed, my movements clumsy and unsure. My fingers closed around his shaft. The skin was like heated silk over a steel core. He was so hot, so hard. A strangled moan ripped from his throat the moment I made contact, his head falling back, his Adam’s apple bobbing. "Yeah," he breathed, his eyes squeezed shut. "Like that. Now move your hand. Up. And down. Slowly." I did, mimicking what little I knew, a slow, tentative stroke. His hips gave an involuntary thrust into my fist.

His calloused hands gripping the headboard on either side of my bound wrists, his body covering mine, his cock filling me while the ceiling fan he installed spins lazily above us. He fucks me slow at first. Deep, grinding strokes, his pelvis pressing against my clit, his rough hands sliding beneath me to grip my ass and tilt my hips up. The angle change drives him deeper and I moan and pull against the tape and the restraint makes everything sharper. "Harder," I beg. "Fuck me like you're fixing something."

"I need more. Please give me more." I added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch him wider. He moaned loudly, his back arching, his bound hands gripping the headboard. I worked my fingers in and out, curling them to find his prostate. The moment I hit it he cried out, his whole body jerking. "There it is," I murmured, rubbing that spot over and over. "That's what you need isn't it? Need me to fuck you right here until you can't take it anymore."

He continued to fuck me. He soon pulled me at a forty-five-degree angle. Then, he warped his hands around my waist to help me take the force of his thrusts. He then reached between my legs in front and began to work on my clit with his fingers. This guy was going to be the death of me. Fuck! It was good. The fucking and clit stimulation was too incredible.

Ethel held his dick firmly and felt it jerk in her grip. She heard a throaty moan from him and the urge to pleasure him took over her. Ethel ran her fingers over his dick, gently but firmly. She took her finger to his tip and gave it a little tease that earned her another moan from him. She began to move her hands up and down his length, giving him a handjob as best as she could. "Fuck, your hands feel so good, Angel" he groaned in pleasure. "I'm going to cum if you go any faster, Angel"

I hate to say this but I'm only doing this because I have heard my best friend saying stuff like this. He closed his eyes, and his dick was getting swollen as time passed by. I smirk once more, and this time around in a devilish manner. I started moving my hand up and down. At first, it was slow, and after a while, I started increasing my pace. "Ah! Fuck." Mister handsome moans as places his hands on the wall. I continue my small gesture because I still have a lot of dirty things that I planned on doing with his dick. "Arrh. I think I am about to cum." He mumbles.

His thumb grazes, my tip gently stroking it. " Baby..fast.", I groan and he obliges stroking me fast and hard dragging his hands up and down. I automatically buckles my hips upward as small moans leaves my lips. "Ahh..yes..like that baby.", I moan and he let his hand trail down on my cock giving it a few encouraging pumps. It doesn't take long for me to groan before cumming hard. Every muscle in my body strain as I empty myself into his hands.

Fortunately, I didn't feel any suspicious "jelly." Then I slowly pulled my hands out. The assholes gradually closed. They gasped, wanting more, harder, more intensely. It was my duty to give it to them. I put my hands back in, moved them around, fisted the holes and rectums. The bottoms adored it. They started moving their butts, fucking themselves on my outstretched hands, pushing back and forth on them. The guys were literally getting high. No wonder the fabric of their pouches, hiding their naughty joysticks, got wet too.

They continued their way walking on the sand for a few minutes, she smiled while looking at his hand nervously, she wanted to catch her but she was very hesitant, so she brought her hand a little to intertwine her little finger with his finger, and then smiled so hard when he did not remove his finger, but intertwined it well. “What is this foolish way?” Kristen said sarcastically and then raised his hand to interlock all his fingers with hers and tighten them... He raised their hands to kiss her hand lightly and returned it, feeling her endless heartbeat _____