Novel & Cerita How To Get Festering Bloody Finger

I immediately sucked the blood on my finger and Beth's eyes grew bigger at what I did. "What are you doing?!"Beth asked me emphatically. "I suck to stop the bleeding" I replied. "Do you have a Vampire blood?,"she asked me again "Calm down,Beth.I know what I'm doing, okay?" I replied to her. She sighed at what I said.I was disgusted with myself as to why I was careless.The bleeding on my finger stopped but it was still painful.I just couldn't stop the pain.But i still brought the food to put down on the table.

I plunge my fingers in and out of her maintaining a soothing and steady pace as I push in and out of her stretching her out. A squelching sound fills the space as I push into her, Shes so wet, her cum drips down her inner thigh and my wrist. I scoop up some of her juices smearing it around her puckered hole as I slide my finger inside her, then another. Fucking her with my fingers as I scissor them into her channel as she sinks down on my fingers arching and meeting my thrusts with her ass bouncing on my fingers and her cheek pressed into the pillow.

"Holy shit, you are so fucking hot." She started pumping her fingers in and out of herself. She started rocking her entire body in response to the fucking she was giving herself with her fingers. She released her tit and put her other hand down into her pussy as well. The action caused her biceps to push her tits together and up between her arms. She twirled her fingers in a circle over her clit as she fucked herself with two fingers. Steph pulled her fingers out of her pussy and held them out under Todd's nose. He took a deep sniff of her aroma off her fingers. He had to concentrate not to close his eyes.

I remained limp in his grip, watching with detached interest. Suddenly, I lunged forward and smashed a glass cup that sat on the table. Before Lucas could react, I pressed my left thumb firmly onto the sharpest shard, dragging it across my flesh. Blood immediately welled from the deep cut, dripping onto the floor in a steady rhythm. The pain was intense, but I welcomed it. My fingerprint was now effectively destroyed—the dual system would remain inaccessible. "What the hell!" Lucas shouted, his face contorting with rage. "You crazy bitch!"

she ordered. My eyes widened and my pussy clenched from both fear and desire. I’d heard of fisting, but it seemed too painful to imagine, still, this was what she wanted, and when she moaned my name again, I didn’t hesitate anymore. I tucked my thumb in and slowly worked my hand inside her. I started slow, fucking her with my fingers until she was wet enough for me to slip my hand inside her greedy pussy. “Penelope,” She whimpered, “clawing at my sheets. “Mmmg, just like that, make Mommy come all over your hand, pretty girl.”

Harsh streaks of sunlight threatened to blind me, while my wrists felt like they were being sewn in with silver. I stifled a sob and touched the right one. A jolt of silvery pain shot through my finger as I made contact with it. There was no physical sign on my wrists but the finger I'd used to touch it was badly injured. It hurt so much that I found myself rushing back to the stream I'd used the night before to douse my burning hands in. The pain dissipated as soon as I submerged my hands in the cool water. I threw my head back and tried to bite back my tears.

I ask, pressing him harder against the rough bark. He nods eagerly, then pulls my mouth back down to his. The fingers of my right hand glide down his side and around to the crease of his ass, once again finding that odd—and amazingly convenient—slippery substance dripping from him. We’ve made good use of the stuff over the past couple days. I coat my fingers with it and press one inside him, moving slowly as I open him up. Adding a second finger, then a third, I gently thrust into him as he gasps against my neck.

My body trembled violently, my fingers twitching as if they still felt the warmth of what I had done. The scent of blood was thick, pungent, and metallic, clinging to my skin like a curse I could never wash away. I forced myself to look down. My hands. They were covered in it. Crimson painted every ridge, every trembling knuckle, smeared up my arms, streaked across my bare skin in jagged, grotesque strokes. It dripped from my fingers onto the floor, forming tiny pools that reflected the flickering torchlight. What have I done?

I was close, I could feel it. When I got to the center of the woods, I doubled over and placed my hands on my thighs, my chest heaving. I coughed again, spraying blood on the ground. Then, my knees gave out. I laid down on the floor and started to draw a sigil on the hard ground. My fingers ached so bad, but I continued to draw. I hissed in pain when my fingernail broke off from my flesh. Blood from my injured finger stained the ground as well and my finger throbbed. Only when I was done with the sigil did I close my eyes and take a shuddering breath.

I gasped as I felt his gloved hand slide between my thighs from behind, roughly cupping my dripping pussy. “Fuck… you’re soaked,” he muttered, almost in disbelief. Two thick fingers slid along my slit before pushing inside me. I moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand as he started fingering me slowly, deliberately. “You like this?” he asked, curling his fingers. “A stranger breaking into your home and fingering your married cunt?” “Yes…” I moaned, rocking my hips. “I like it too much.” He added a third finger, stretching me wider while his thumb found my swollen clit and rubbed it in tight circles. My legs started shaking. I was dripping down his gloved hand, making obscene wet sounds