Novel & Cerita Leg Shaking Uncontrollably

Why won’t he stop looking at me? I was trying so desperately to stop fidgeting, when guess what? My leg begins to move up and down, in rhythm with my tapping pencil. I seem to have no control over my limbs any longer. I look down at my paper and try so hard to word the answers to the questions in my head so that I can put them on paper but it’s no use.

Dean is shaking me. His voice is far away, like a long lost whisper. My body is numb. I don't feel my legs, or arms, or body. My eyes are out of focus. I feel myself talking, but I don't hear myself. I know there are words in my mouth, but I don't know what I'm saying. My throat hurts and it isn't because of blood. I'm not moving my lips; I'm screaming, over and over again. Dean keeps shaking me. I come back to my senses. I stop.

My moans were unruly, spilling off my tongue without control. No matter how much I tried to hold them off and my legs, they were trembling, convulsing in his hold of them.

My legs were shaking visibly and i coudl feel how wet and soggy i was. “Time to do a kegel on my dick.”

Making me shake uncontrollable—my thighs quivering around his waist, nails raking his back deeper. My legs trembled hard. He didn’t stop. Not even close.

My whole body started shaking, my legs trembling, and my arms giving out under me. The orgasm hit like a freight train, stronger than anything before. My pussy clamped down hard on Greg, pulsing, milking him. My ass squeezed tight around Leo at the same time, and clear fluid rushed out around Greg’s cock again, soaking his stomach, the sheets, everything. I screamed into the pillow, my whole body convulsing, my arms collapsing so I fell forward onto Greg’s chest. My tits smashed against him, nipples dragging over his skin as I shook through the aftershocks.

I stomped my feet back into my bedroom, my stomach gurgling. My feet wobbled, my head banging with each step again. "Shit..." "No... no, not this again," I muttered, clutching the railing as I hurried up the staircase. "Please, just let me make it to the room. I can’t afford to have that fucking thing here," I whispered, desperation laced in every breath. But the seizures had other plans. My legs trembled. My knees buckled. I gasped, trying to hold on— But the world tilted.

My legs started to shake uncontrollably. "Oh..." The moan escaped before I could stop it. I’d never imagined pleasure could be this intense, this all-consuming. His finger circled, a maddening rhythm that made my hips buck. I bit my lip, trying to hold back another sound, but it tore from my throat, raw and desperate.

My legs are shaking, my ankles wobbling, and I'm clutching Orion's arms like he's the only thing between me and certain death. "This is a terrible idea," I mutter.

I needed to get away fast. I didn’t stop walking fast until I reached my chambers. The moment the door shut behind me, the control I’d been clinging to shattered. My hands started shaking—hard, uncontrollable tremors that ran up my arms. My entire body vibrated, teeth chattering as terror finally caught up with me, raw and overwhelming. I pressed my back against the door, sliding down slowly, breathing shallow, uneven breaths.