Komik Touch Touch You Novels & Stories

“ What ?Why are you laughing at me ? What if your mum doesn’t like me ?” Walking over to me he places his huge hands on my shoulders , the skin to skin contact has the light sparks sizzling under my skin without even realising I let out a soft moan of appreciation . Kurats eyebrows shoot up almost to his hairline and he has a small smirk on his face . I feel my cheeks turning scarlet . “ Stop Laughing at me .” He leans forward and whispers in my ear “ If my touch can do that, imagine what I can do when I really get my hands on you properly .”

That’s the reaction I was hoping for. I walk slowly to the guys standing in place. I slowly place my hand on First Guy’s face and tilt his head downwards to face me. While holding him, I reach out my other hand and signal Thirst Trap to move closer so I can touch both of them. “I want you guys to touch me together.”

The blonde-haired woman approached him but keep jogging in place beside him. "Hi babe," he winked which made the woman bite her lower lip and give him a flirty look. "Wanna join me?" the woman gives him a tiny piece of paper and runs her fingertips over his wet arms while biting her lower lips sending him her signal. Fuckboy as he always is, he smiled as he look at the woman's round butt cheeks while running, seems to be purposely shaking her body to give more shows to it. But he is Matteo, he is not the one who will grab, girls do. He threw away the paper, comb his wet hair to the back and start running again.

I was so shocked that I grabbed my hand and shouted. "Don't touch me!" The maids quickly went to check us. "Ma'am, are you okay?" I breathe heavily. "W-water" I said. Someone handed me water and I saw It was him. I immediately took and drank it. "Are you okay, ma'am?" "I'm okay." Out of breath I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ---" "I still don't want to eat because I'm still full and I have to look at something now. So please, don't touch me"

My eyes misted up as I touched the tattoos on his athletic chest. His touch grew slower, almost cautious. His lips moved gently along my neck, sending me a warm rush. Each peck from him was so intense, making my breathing heavier, clearly audible in our quiet room, accompanied only by the sound of my racing heart. My hands moved uncontrollably, exploring the surface of his hard, muscular chest. My fingers traced the contours of the tattoos etched into his skin. The tattoo was so familiar to me that I could touch it without even opening my eyes.

“Oh ya darling, f**k me well don’t stop” “You are mine, your touch is meant for me” he confessed, increasing the pace and heat. He wrapped his body against hers, cock still ramming her pussy. His mouth found its way around her sharp pointed nipples , taking slight bites and sucking her with passion. For minutes the heat intensified, as they switched into different positions. Alicia, now on top of him, rode him mercilessly, rubbing her hands against his hair, taking every inch and weight of his cock. “Oh f**k ……..i’m cuming” eyes closed , his voice low and gently. She rolled down to his cock, grabbing it with her mouth , taking every juicy explosion he made, swallowing and gulping it down her

Kota felt her eyes stretch a little as his head came into view. "It's so pretty, Cage. I like this..." Kota groaned and started to point to his frenulum, but his cock jumped and bumped against her finger tip. "Oh shit, sorry Kota." "I didn't mean to touch it, Cage." "It's okay. I just wasn't ready for your finger to get that close." "I won't tell anybody I touched your dick," Kota giggled. "Me neither. Just my luck, first girl to touch my dick and it was an accident, and I can't tell anybody about it."

Richard said. I paused for a moment, allowing myself to fully absorb the question. The intensity of his touch has awakened a multitude of emotions within me. I take a deep breath, searching for the right words to convey my feelings. "When you touch me like this," I begin, "I feel an overwhelming sense of comfort and security. It's as if all my worries and fears melt away, leaving only a profound sense of connection and affection."

I want to be touched. "Brandon hates virgins, he thinks they are too clingy," she smiles and her fingers trail a line down my inner thigh. "Want a piece of my advice? Buy a dildo, use it to get off then go back to him." Her finger tickles my clit, she asks, "Yes or no? I want to touch you."

well… Standing there, in front of his statue-worthy body, I felt my knees go weak, my breaths coming out all funny. Henry's grin turned devilish. "Wanna touch?" Before I could even answer, he took my hand and moved it toward... well... Truth be told, that was my first-ever encounter with a guy's private parts in all eighteen years of my existence. My eyes went wide as saucers, and just as I was about to make contact, my hand snapped back like it had a mind of its own.