Give Me Your Hand Film Novels & Stories

"Officer, don't listen to that woman's lies. That man was so strong back in the elevator!" She gestured wildly, sobbing as she described the details, "His palms were so rough. His fingers were full of calluses. It hurt so much when the calluses scratched my thighs... and his left hand was especially strong. When it grabbed the back of my neck, I felt like my bones were gonna break! "I fought back desperately and managed to scratch the back of his hand. There must be my fingernail marks on the back of his right hand! That's the proof!"

He offers me his hand, palm up like a promise. No hesitation. I take it.

I sucked in a breath, my hands fisting in the cold sheets as I arched my back a little. “Killian,” I whimpered as he thrust in and out, tantalizingly slow. I wrapped my legs around his waist. One hand gripped the underside of my thigh to hold it there. “Say my name, baby,” the Hand of Death growled. “Say my name, mia cara. Look at me.” I opened my eyes, not realizing I had closed them in the throes of bliss. My voice rasped in my chest. “Killian. Killian…”

I looked down at his hand resting on the armrest, and my fingers twitched, wanting to touch him. I stole another glance and saw that his focus was on the movie. I looked at his hand and placed my hand on the armrest next to his. I held my breath as I looked at the screen, waiting to see if he would move his hand. After a few moments passed, and he did not acknowledge that my hand was so close to his, I stole another glance and was relieved that he was still looking at the screen.

My hands lingered on her cheeks, touching and caressing every inch, until my sister abruptly turned over. "Thanks," she said, smiling at the rigidity of my cock, as she leaned back and spread her legs. "Let's make a movie, Ronnie." I wiped my hands on a towel and reached for the camera. When we were done, Maryanne handed me the baby oil and told me it was my turn. While she relaxed on the chaise lounge, I poured oil onto my hands and started stroking my cock, another first for me. I enjoyed the slipperiness as I vigorously worked my hands all over my cock and balls. Maryanne lay spread-eagle on her lounge chair watching me. It was extremely arousing, staring at her wet pussy and oil-soaked b

He was watching this live-action flick and my tits were the star. I broke the silence with a request. "How about our hands switch places? I can see how much you want to touch me. Don't be shy. There's no one out here but us." I released my tits and slowly reached for his cock. I wrapped both hands around it as soon as he let go. Nervously, he put his hands on my jugs and gave them a long, soft squeeze. He caressed them delicately. I did the same to his cock. We did this for a few minutes.

His head pops off, he takes a deep breath, hand replacing his mouth, he jacks me off with a hand movement that can only be described as magic. “Don’t make me beg for your dick again.”

Then it came with a jump scare, and I gasped, my hand leaving the armrest, clenching hard onto thick, hard muscles I hadn't even put my mind to as I was too caught up in the movie. I suddenly came back to this world when I felt a hand on my thighs, fingers moving in light touches until they got to my mid-thigh. “Stop it. What are you doing?" I turned to Callum, who looked at me with a burning sensation in his gaze. “You started it," he stared down at my hand, which was still clenching on his thigh, and I intended to pull my hand away when he held my wrist back, bringing my hand to cover his hard-on.

Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the golden sunlight crept inch by inch. Xander turned up late, slightly sweaty and out of breath. He shoved a small, delicate box into my hands. "Cynthia, please listen to me. I was stupid. I read online that you should first upset your girlfriend and then surprise her to make it more impactful. You get it, right? Look, this is my birthday present for you!" He smiled ingratiatingly and raised his hand to show me. "See? It's a pair of matching rings. I've been preparing this for so long!"

“You won’t know until you see the content, will you?” Seeing her point, Dominic finally accepted the handout from her. “You are to abide by them.” She said arrogantly as he opened the document and began to take in the content. She had prepared it presentably by having it typed formally. He regarded her expectant look on his face for a brief moment before returning his eyes to the content of the document. He could see that it contained about five bulleted rules. He let his eyes go through them. There must be no physical contact with each other when we are alone except for when we are around other people. In a nutshell, there must be NO BODY CONTACT.