Novel & Cerita Give Me Your Hand Film

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.

Hayden hissed into my ear. He withdrew my hand and finger from my love tunnel before screwing in my middle and ring finger into my hole. I moaned loudly as my pussy was stretched and caressed by my own fingers. Hayden guided my hand once more to pump my own fingers in and out of my flooded hole. It felt so good, my hips bounced up and down wildly as I finger-fuck myself non-stop. I was so close to my climax; I could feel the pleasurable ache intensify in my core…I’m about to cum…very soon… “You don’t have to hold in your moans. The movie is loud…and I’ll pretend that I can’t hear them if you’re embarrassed,” Hayden teased as he smiled down at me.

-Mina- I tried to stay focused on the movie, but every time his fingers moved or he adjusted his hand, it made me want him more. Either I had turned red, or he could read my mind. His hand traveled a little higher, making my breath catch in my throat. I looked down at his hand and then at him. I was met with eyes that said what the silence didn’t.

The AC was too cold. “Sure,” he said, passing me a thick duvet. A few minutes into the movie, everywhere was quiet. Silent. All eyes on the screen. I looked toward Rain's side. The projector light was the only reflection in the room. Then I felt a hand. Undeniably River's. On my thigh. I flinched. Froze. I wasn't wearing anything covering—not like I had anything covering. I was in one of those exposing nighties. Then I felt his hand move.

Those mischievous eyes call to me, and my cock is hardening, jerking, as I watch more and more arrive like a stop motion movie. Of her hand cupping her breast. Pulling down her shirt, her nipple peeking through her fingers. Her hand tracing down her stomach to small, lace panties, her legs bare. I pull out my cock, holding the phone one handed as I watch them come through. I stroke myself, groaning at the sight of her hand slipping into her panties. Then I see it—her pink glistening pussy. But my phone goes quiet. I thumb back through the messages, stroking myself leisurely until a video arrives.

"Get on your hands and knees." Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

“Against the tiles. I want to watch your face while I break you completely.” Alex’s protest died in his throat as the bigger man pushed him across the wet floor toward the large open wall of white tiles near the showers. The surface was cool and slick under his palms when Jax forced him to brace against it, chest pressed flat, ass pushed out invitingly. The position left him completely exposed—legs spread, back arched, his slender cock hanging soft but twitching between his legs.

For a terrifying second I thought I might lose him, but both feeds stayed open. “Take your hand out of your pants, pathetic simp,” he ordered. I obeyed instantly, shoving my sweatpants down. On the second screen, his small hands gripped a large, realistic dildo close to the camera. On the main screen, he leaned in so his perfect face filled the frame. Those big brown eyes looked so innocent, even as his full lips curled in judgment and he wrinkled his nose in distaste.

I went to take a shower after dinner. It was then that I suddenly saw a weird palm print on the glass window. Someone must have left that palm print behind with their soapy hand while taking a shower. The print was quite faint and white against the shiny glass on the window. It was obviously a woman's handprint, and it wasn't mine. My hand was a little bigger than this. So I couldn't have been the one who put it there. It couldn't have been my daughter, Bella Quinton, either. She had tiny hands and wasn't even tall enough to reach that spot yet. Also, it definitely did not belong to my husband, Rory Quinton.

“Give me your hand.” My eyes widened. “Why?” “Just trust me,” he said, his voice calm but commanding. Snow stirred inside me, her presence warm and reassuring. “Trust him. You can trust him.” She said firmly, and I felt my hesitation begin to fade. Taking a deep breath, I extended my hand toward Lucas. Without hesitating, he made a small cut across my palm. The sharp pain made me pull back instinctively. “What the hell, Lucas?” I winced, staring at the cut.