Give Me Your Hand Film の小説・ストーリー

'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.'

I was kicked out of the moving car without warning and sent crashing onto the ground hard. The sharp pain sent a wave of dizziness through me. Even so, I stumbled to my feet, instinctively popping my dislocated hand bones and kneecap back into place. I then slowly made my way down the familiar path I'd walked countless times before. I still needed to return to the Sanders residence to retrieve something. Compared to what I'd felt in the past three years, this little bit of pain couldn't do anything to stop me.

ARAH She held her breath, eyes glued to the screen. The camera was angled low, showing only the bottom half of the coroner’s office door. Shadows moved across the grainy footage, but it was impossible to see a person. Then a hand appeared—not human. Something with scales and claws. Fire burst from it, and the hand touched the lock until the metal bubbled and deformed. The video cut out.

My frее hand kерt rаvаgіng her tіt, рullіng on thе nіррlе, hаrd. Wіth one fіnаl рuѕh аgаіnѕt hеr G-ѕроt, I lіghtlу bіt dоwn on hеr clit, juѕt hard еnоugh to sent a bоlt of рlеаѕurе thаt ignited a mаѕѕіvе оrgаѕm. Hеr juices ran down mу fіngеr and hand аѕ wаvеѕ оf роwеrful соntrасtіоnѕ dаmn near ѕԛuееzеd mу fіngеr tо the роіnt of раіn. Hеr ѕсrеаmѕ became mоаnѕ аnd grоаnѕ оf рlеаѕurе. Swеаt was роurіng оff оf hеr and she ѕlоwlу еаѕеd bасk down on thе hot tub соrnеr. She rеlаxеd down and dоwn until ѕhе was fіrmlу оn іt. I ѕtооd bасk аnd uр, ѕmіlіng at hеr.

Halfway into the movie, when the lights dimmed further for a tense scene Riven slowly took my hand. Without looking at me, he guided my hand inside his pants. My fingers brushed against his dick. I looked at him. He kept his eyes on the screen, completely composed. Like he wasn’t doing anything at all. I swallowed and looked away, but my hand didn’t move. It shifted slowly, experimentally. And the smallest hitch in his breathing betrayed him. The thrill surged through me again. My pulse pounding in my ears. We have to be careful. But my fingers kept moving anyway.

My body is responding to being filmed the way it responds to being touched, like every nerve ending knows it's being watched and wants to put on the show of its life. I reach between my legs and drag two fingers through the cum dripping from me. His cum. It’s warm against my fingertips. I scoop it with my fingers, bring them to my mouth and suck them clean while staring into the lens. The taste of him and me mixed together coats my tongue and the moan I make around my own fingers is real. "Shit," he breathes behind the phone. "Eating my cum off your fingers for the camera. Filthy whore." I scoop more from between my thighs and push my fingers into my mouth, gagging on them, spit pooling at t

“Finger that sloppy cunt for the camera.” And at this point, I didn’t even hesitate. I spread my legs wide enough showing the camera my wet cum-dripping pussy, and instantly pushed four fingers inside my dripping pussy with a little force while moaning loudly as I fucked my own hand. My hips rolled shamelessly, juices and cum coating every part of my fingers and running down straight to my ass.

“Efrem, please—” His hand shoots out, fingers tangling in my hair near the scalp. The grip isn’t painful, not yet, but it holds me still as his other hand traces my jaw. “I saw the footage,” he says softly, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “I saw how you melted into him, and how your hands shook after.” His grip tightens fractionally. “Just like they’re shaking now.”

"I'll do my best to defend you in this matter. Record a video of your hands and send it to me. I'll present it to Lady Griffin." Arlo quickly replied, "Okay, Gramps! Right away!" After hanging up, Arlo used his left hand to film the bloody stump that was his right hand. Then, he forced himself to trudge into the bathroom and take a selfie so that anyone who saw the picture could see that his left hand had indeed returned. After receiving the video, Tarlon immediately went to see Fleur.

I want to see what his limit is on this date. We take our sits right at the back and Henry holds my hand through the entire film, leaving my other hand free to grab my cup and sip sometimes during the film. I can’t help but tear up a little in the end of the movie but his face looks unfazed. “So, what did you think?”, I ask as soon as the lights turn on. He looks at me and shrugs, “I’ve never really considered a love that overwhelming, a love that would make you do crazy shit to be with that person”, he says as he stands up and offers me his hand.