Novel & Cerita Getting Fingered Stories

He added a third finger slowly, and deliberately, stretching me wider, curling deeper, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. I cried out high, and desperate, nails digging into his shoulders, thighs trembling around his wrist. “That’s it,” he growled against my throat. “Ride my fingers, Red. Fuck yourself on them like you’ve been dying for it.” I did. I rode his hand shamelessly, hips rolling, grinding, chasing the pressure, chasing release, chasing him. He curled his fingers harder, thumb pressing down on my clit with perfect, ruthless precision. I came, hard, sudden, and violently screaming his name, body convulsing, clenching around his fingers like I could keep him insi

Daddy's hand slowly moved down from my breasts to my stomach, to my pussy. He grabbed it and ran his middle finger through my cut. "Oh, daddy..." He massaged my clit until he started fingering me again. I turned on the shower and my lust increased even more as we were under the pouring water. "Fuck, ahhh..." His finger movements quickened and my knees were shaking with pleasure. I could feel my orgasm was already building. I met the thrust of his finger into me. "Cum in my fingers, baby." "Ohhh! D-daddy! I'm c-cumming!" I stutter, as my cum explodes. I can feel my pussy clenching on daddy's fingers while I'm letting out a long moan.

"You gonna come all over my fingers? Hmm? You wanna squirt all over my hand before I fuck you?" I couldn't form words. I just nodded, my breath coming in ragged pants. He pushed one thick finger inside me, then a second, stretching me, filling me. My inner muscles clenched around him, greedy. He fucked me with his fingers, his thumb still working my clit in tight, maddening circles. "I'm gonna... Alexander, I'm gonna..." "Come on," he commanded, his voice rough. "Let me feel it. Come on my fucking fingers."

‎God knows how I've always craved and dreamed of his dick fucking me but I just couldn't bring myself to tell him. ‎I wrapped one of my legs around Damon's waist and ground my needy slit along his hard rod, making him groan loudly. ‎He quickly turned my body to face the shower wall and pushed my legs apart. ‎ He slipped two of his fingers inside my wet, juicy pussy and caressed my swollen nub with his thumb. His fingers worked faster on my cunt as he added another one to it. ‎"Mhmm.. You're so good with your fingers," I moaned loudly as I felt my climax quickly build. Any moment from now and I know I won't be able to keep it in anymore.

My body is craving for her long and slender fingers. My body is trembling with anticipation as im waiting for Eleanor to insert her fingers inside me. I need it. Then Eleanor obeyed my plea, she inserts her middle finger inside me. I gasp as I savor her fingers but it's not enough. Then Eleanor added her ring finger inside me and it was so fucking good. I moaned and clutch on her shoulder for support. Eleanor started pumping her fingers, in and out. Then out of nowhere, Eleanor added another finger inside me.

He found me bare and soaked again, two fingers plunging inside me instantly. “So fucking wet,” he groaned, fucking me with his fingers while his thumb rubbed my clit. “This tight little cunt has been teasing me for weeks. You want me to ruin it, don’t you?” “Yes…please…finger-fuck me harder,” I begged, grinding down on his hand. “I’ve been touching myself every night thinking about your cock.” He added a third finger, stretching me, curling them perfectly while he sucked marks into my neck. I rode his hand shamelessly, moaning his name, so close…

He spread my legs wider with his foot and pushed two thick fingers inside me without warning. “Fuck,” I gasped, my forehead pressing against the glass as he curled his fingers against my G-spot. “Soaking wet,” he growled, pumping his fingers deep and steady. “You’ve been wet since I walked into your suite, haven’t you?” “Yes…” I admitted, pushing back against his hand. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Alex added a third finger, stretching me open while his thumb rubbed my swollen clit in firm circles. The city lights sparkled below us as he fingered me against the window, my moans fogging the glass.

His fingers start moving again - faster now, harder, pumping into me with a rhythm that makes my toes curl inside my socks. His thumb finds my clit and circles it roughly, pressing hard, while his other hand keeps my cheeks spread, keeps me open and exposed and vulnerable. "Look at you," he mocks, his fingers squelching in and out of my dripping hole. "Stuck in a washing machine, begging your stepbrother to make you come. This is the most pathetic thing I've ever seen." His fingers curl again, hitting my g-spot dead-on, and I cry out. "And the hottest. Fuck, Cleo. Your little cunt is squeezing me so tight. Sucking my fingers deeper like it's hungry for them."

He plunged two fingers in, pumping hard, thumb grinding my clit. I gasped, legs buckling, grabbing his shoulders. "Yes, Alex! Finger-fuck me. Make me cum on your hand." The wet sounds filled the room, holiday music faintly playing from the radio, mocking our sin. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside, and I shattered, pussy clenching, juices squirting over his palm. "That's it, soak me," he rasped, licking his fingers clean, eyes feral. "Taste so sweet. Now, on your knees."