Give Me Your Hand Film の小説・ストーリー

" With that, she played the very video that had sealed my fate in my previous life. In the footage, I was in a heated argument with Pierre, who was wearing a hospital gown. Both of our faces were flushed with anger. At the end of the video, the line "Why aren't you dead yet?" echoed hollowly down the empty corridor.

For some reason, his words made me feel reassured. Ronald focused on driving again, but the sensations he had stirred up did not fade. That lingering warmth stayed with me, like a faint echo I could not shake. Curious and a little unsure, I tried to imitate what he had done earlier, placing my hand lightly against myself. I had only ever heard my friends talk about things like that. I had never experienced it firsthand. I closed my eyes, nervous, my body tense as if bracing for something unknown. I nervously closed my eyes and slowly extended my right index finger inside.

“Slower. I want to watch you build.” I slow down. Barely touching my clit – featherlight circles that keep me on edge without pushing me forward. On screen, his hand matches my pace – long, slow strokes, his thumb swiping across his head on each upstroke in a way that we’re synchronized, matching rhythms across three thousand miles. “Slide your fingers lower,” he says. “I want to watch you push them inside.” I slide down. My fingers tracing through my folds – slick, soaked, parting easily. I circle my entrance. Look at the camera. Look at his face on the screen – jaw tight, eyes locked on my hand between my legs and his hard cock in his fist.

I know that I will only have one chance for this to work. My mind is made up. Pulling my hands down as fast as I can, one of them frees from the confines of the glove and Osiris's grasp. One hand is all I need. Taking a deep breath, I place my hand on Osiris's cheek. My eyes roll back in my head, and I am suddenly transported to somewhere else.

His pecs expand as he grips his cock harder and fucks his hand like there is no tomorrow. “I’m coming baby, I’m coming for you and only you,” he lets out a feral growl that makes me shiver from head to toe as he lets rip and comes undone before me. His cum hits the screen and trickles down, and fuck it’s the sexiest dirtiest thing I’ve ever seen.

We could purchase gifts to reward ourselves for a year of hard work in saving. However, it was really easy to make payments with our phone, so we did not open the money box last year when we bought our year-end gifts. We just left the box there and kept putting in money every month. We did not open it at all. I picked up the box and knocked on my neighbor’s door. The old man living next to us used to be a carpenter when he was younger. So, he had all the tools I needed. His granddaughter was in middle school. She knew that I had requested his help to open the box and found it interesting. So, she started to record a video of the process.

I suck his cock clean. He collapses beside me. His fingers fumble with the cuffs. He frees my limbs. My arms and legs tremble. He pulls me into his arms. Our bodies slick with sweat and cum. The leather beneath us is sticky and ruined. The screen fades to black. The film ends. Our breaths slow. The intimacy is raw and unfiltered. This night seals our bond with a filthy, explosive connection that nothing can break.

He squeezes my hand gently, and I return the gesture, a silent acknowledgment passing between us. I try to refocus on the movie, but it’s impossible to ignore the heat radiating from his hand or the way it fits perfectly in mine. I know I should let go, but I don’t want to. So, I sit there, pretending to watch The Godfather while every part of me is hyper-aware of Max next to me.

He gave that creepy smile, as he fished out a tablet from his pocket. He scrolled through it before it in my arms. “Watch it. This is us making the lost ones happy.” He said. “She’ll definitely love it.” One of them voiced. I clicked on the play icon, and what I saw sent shivers down my spine. In the video, one of these…people placed a man’s hand who was chained on a beef grinder. To my horror, the man’s hands were grounded into a paste, his shrill screams rang out. The flower person jumped in excitement, watching the man in pain.

My need built quickly. I increased my pace. My chest rose and fell with my breathing. My fingers slid up and down my shaft. Nothing else moved except my eyes, fixed on the screen, as my needy hands drove me closer to release. Shifting my foreskin against the straining head reminded me of how her handjob had nearly made me explode. In the film, she had only teased me briefly, but in person she had been relentless and skilled.