Getting Fingered Stories Novels & Stories

he whispered with his eyes focused on my fingers. I gasp when my ring finger disappeared into the depth of his mouth. The warm wetness of his mouth enveloped my finger as he began sucking on it softly. I felt goosebumps form on my skin, and it felt like I was about to moan all the time as his lips and tongue continued paying attention to my finger. My body suddenly felt extremely sensitive, and a soft whimper escaped my lips. He let go out of ring finger just to engulf my other finger into his mouth.

'Make me confess with your hand inside me. He chuckled darkly, two fingers plunging in without preamble, thick and insistent, stretching my walls. I cried out, gripping the desk's edges as he pumped them deep, curling to stroke that sensitive spot inside. His thumb circled my clit, rough and unyielding, while his other hand slapped my breast, the fleshy mound jiggling from the impact. 'Pray, Maureen. Tell God how much you love being finger-fucked by your priest.'

'' Your fingers are forcing my p***y open '', When l felt him thrust his fourth finger inside my p***y , l screamed out loudly in both pain and pleasure. There was a way his fingers were moving inside my p***y. Their actions seemed to be milking orgasms from my overactive p***y. '' F**k l can't control myself anymore '', Just as he was finger f******g me l heard him groan out and with a few minutes , l felt something else replace his fingers. '' Ahhhh.....my goodness......you really big '', l honestly couldn't bear up with the size of his d**k as soon as l felt him thrust himself in to my slick wet p***y. He was damn big that l felt pain like fire at the entrance of my p***y.

When they were on the husband’s honeymoon, it didn’t just claim him once, because it bored himself with him in all the positions they could do. Carnation was so close to her husband's arm when he put his hand on the hem of her dress and immediately put it inside her. A long “ahh” escape from her lips when Luca started playing her swollen wet flesh. He slowly pulled his middle finger in and out of her. Her husband is finger f*cking her and it feels so f*cking good!

I leaned back on his chest and closed my eyes, letting him take full control. Whispering dirty little things to me about how he would make me stay in bed for a week after this, he slowly began to fuck me with his middle finger while I thrust my hips towards his hand. At my chest, his fingers moved towards my hard nipples. I inhaled deeply and let out a high moan as he grasped it and pinched it firmly. Placing a kiss on the back of my neck, he slipped his finger out and was now fucking me with both his middle and ring finger.

ree days. Fifteen thousand words. Every name she could verify. Every connection she could prove. Every payment, every route, every disappeared woman whose name deserved to be spoken aloud in a room where people would hear it. She wrote it in the third-floor kitchen between batches of bread, her laptop on the marble counter, flour on the keyboard, the baby kicking for the first time while she was mid-paragraph about Calloway’s money-laundering scheme.She stopped typing. Put her hand on her stomach. Felt the tiny thump—insistent, alive, a small fist knocking on the wall of the world, saying let me in.“Hi,” she whispered. “I’m your mom. And I’m burning down a criminal empire right now, so you’r

Two thick fingers push inside me without warning and the stretch, his fingers are so much thicker than mine, thick and calloused and rough inside me, makes me grab his shoulders and moan against his neck. “Oh my GOD, your fingers, they’re so, ohh—” “Tight,” he breathes against my bitten nipple. “So tight and wet. My son has this and doesn’t know what to do with it.” He curls his fingers against my g-spot, firm, practiced, the rough pads of his fingers catching on the textured spot, and my thighs slam shut around his hand.

Almost before I could holler - and I did holler - he stuck his fingers back into my cunt. "Oh, you're fucking killing me," I moaned. He slapped my ass twice more and I groaned. "Your fingers... Your fingers..." He jammed his fingers back into my now sloppy cunt. With the fingers of one hand in my cunt, and his other hand holding up my skirt, he pushed me up hard against the wall, leaned up against me, and hoarsely whispered into my ear, "The story, goddamn it. The story." ***** "Matt, I'm going to pull my fingers out of your mouth, but you can't make a sound. Understand?"

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

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