Getting Fingered Stories Novels & Stories

I can’t see what they’re doing, but I’ve seen enough p**n to know that he is fingering the woman I came to declare my love for. She wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him. He towers over Ellie, so her face rests against his muscular chest, even though she’s standing on tiptoes. Her legs tremble. I see her face contorting with pleasure, mouth open, eyes half-closed. He withdraws his fingers. Ellie lowers herself again, standing on her feet now. She looks up at him. I can only imagine the expression on her face. He holds up his hand near her face. Two fingers are slick and shiny. I notice – my gut twisting in agony – that each of his fingers is thicker than two of mine. Ellie opens her mo

As the other fingers held the passage open, his middle finger moved over it, up and down teasingly. Her grip trembled at his thighs as they tightened their hold; her mouth fell open without a sound; breath stuck in her chest as she bowed over with each pass of his finger. With each complete circle his hand made, his index and middle finger tightened around their hostage. His fingers dug into the tender flesh of her breast as he pushed her back upright against him. She panted as he pulled as he pushed, forcing her to the very tip of her toes, his hold supporting her trembling jelly legs. On their own accord, her hips danced, her pelvis pushing back and forth seeking more friction as she rode

She puffs. “Your finger is bleeding,” I speak, finally. I hold her hand gently and take a look at her bleeding finger. “You call this not getting injured often?” “I-” She pauses. “My finger was stuck when I closed the box. I yanked my hand and the box fell.” “You are so clumsy.” I press her distal phalanx tightly, causing the blood to ooze out even more. Hm…Intoxicating~ My instincts are threatening to overpower my control. An immense desire to suck on her finger to taste a small drop of the crimson liquid gnaws me.

“Six Fingers’ real name is Peter Weekly. But someone chopped off four of his fingers, so he goes by Six Fingers now. Everyone in the industry calls him that. “Six Fingers is pretty savage. It's said that many years ago, he lost his money gambling in a casino. So, he bet on his four fingers and made hundreds of millions. “After that, he quit gambling and used the money to invest in his antiques business. As his business grew, he dominated half of the antique business in South River City.” After Sam said that, he showed a look of admiration on his face. When Chase heard this, he asked, “How do you know that he has evidence?” Sam quickly explained, “His wife accidentally told me about it. She's

However he withdraw it shortly teasing me enough to beg " Please " " Tell me do you want my finger deep inside you? " the way his dirty words sink in my head my core wet. I became breathless however said " Yes. Ah " I started to shake in fear when he pushed in his middle finger after a lot of sweet torture on my lower lips. The way his finger filled me in I moaned at the sensation. My mouth gaped making him place a quick kiss. My heartbeat picked up as he moved his finger. I felt my core shaking along with his vigorously running finger in me. In the process he licked, teased, kissed and filled my upper body with Hickey's. Tears of pleasure wet the bedsheet under my head. My sweet cries incre

“Ride my fingers, Natalie.” I was ridiculously horny and I began to move back and forth riding his fingers. It felt so good that I wanted him to just tear off my clothes. My head fell slightly backward as he rubbed my throbbing, drenched p*ssy in a circular motion. I gripped his hair when I felt the pressure building inside me moving fast. I’ve never had anyone finger me and damn did it feel so good.

he growled. I could only respond with moans as he started moving his fingers in an aggressive manner. I exhaled shakily, forcing myself to unclench, and he rewarded me by breaching me with the tip of his index finger. He worked me open with slow strokes, his fingers twisting and scissoring until I was panting. “Haven’t you fingered yourself?” I bit my lip as embarrassment suddenly washed over me. “I do,” I whispered, my voice raspy and low.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

My juices squirted around his fingers, soaking his hand and the fresh sheets. “Oh my God… your fingers feel so good… I just love how your fingers are destroying my pussy for me… I love this fingering than anything else… go deeper with your fingers and don’t even pause… fuck me harder with those thick fingers… harder… please!” I begged, while I was still squeezing my own breasts so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My hands continued roaming wildly over my body, it was pinching, slapping, caressing, as if I couldn’t control myself anymore. “I can’t live without this… I love sex and I love fingering… I love everything that feels good inside my pussy… I can’t survive without getting fucked

His finger began stroking my clit in circular motions, extracting louder moans from my lips. He played around with my clit as his fingers began prodding my sopping wet hole. A sharp penetrating sensation thrusted into my cunt, and I cried out. Reiner had buried his thick and long fingers into me. Judging from how much my hole was being stretched, he had entered in two fingers deeply into me. I moaned non-stop when his fingers began moving relentlessly inside of my hole.