Mystery Of Love Mr Fingers Novelas e Histórias

His eyes held mine, demanding an unbroken connection as he continued, "Keep your focus on me as I fuck you with my fingers." His words sent a shiver through me, a mix of anticipation and trepidation. It seemed nearly implausible, as I was already stretched by the presence of his two robust fingers. I yearned to ask him a question, to inquire about the feasibility of this endeavor, but time slipped away as his intention came to fruition. Another digit was introduced within me, accompanied by a momentary pang of discomfort. However, he skillfully manipulated his fingers, orchestrating a dance that transformed the initial discomfort into a crescendo of pleasure.

He punctuated his words by thrusting two of his fingers deep inside me in one go. I felt my slippery walls gripping his fingers, trying to suck them in as I pushed back, taking more. He placed his palm on the small of my back to hold me in place as he started to move his fingers, fûcking me with them. “You really weren’t lying, huh? When you said you wanted to be fûcked, look at you taking my fingers so far inside your pûssy.” I could feel myself dripping around his fingers and not just that but I could also hear the embarrassing sound his fingers made as he thrust them back and forth. “Can you take three? Let’s see.” “Oh... My. God.” I groaned as he circled his third fingers around my entra

I stopped rocking my hips and stood still. “ I’ll be a good girl” and he immediately slipped his fingers in my kitty. A soft moan left my lips as he slipped his fingers in and out. Pumping through my wet pussy,my juices coating his fingers I could hear feel his cock pulse and and grow rock hard on my ass. “Two types of cells?” “What?” Dumbfounded by his question. He pulled out his fingers,I felt empty and I hated how I loved how good his fingers was at this moment.

The tall one’s fingers push inside me without warning. Two thick digits, forcing their way into my pussy, stretching me open. I gasp – can’t help it – and arch off the bed. “Tight,” he observes. “Wet and tight. She’s going to feel amazing.” He starts fucking me with his fingers. Slow, deliberate thrusts that make obscene wet sounds in the quiet room. His thumb finds my clit and presses – not gently. “You like that?” His mask hides everything but his eyes, and those are dark, predatory. “Like being tied up and finger-fucked by strangers?”

His thumb found her clit and began circling it. She shuddered, his fingers scissoring into her core, not too deep but enough to drive her wild with maddening need as she cried against his chest, hips bucking into his palm with a soft whimper in that voice that unraveled him in dark ways. “Oh… Alessandro” her lips parted breathlessly as his fingers moved in her. “I love you too” His blood went molten, his fingers pausing for a beat in her to register what he’d just heard and then as if enforced with the rising elation in his chest, he resumed moving his fingers into her in careful strokes.

Another finger joined in, flicking her wet folds. He thrust in and out slowly, noting how she melted into his touch. She bucked her hips to receive his slow strokes until he couldn’t keep the slow pace anymore. Her soft moans dragged grunts from him. She was hot, fucking perfect around his thick fingers. “You are so tight. Fuck.” He thrust mindfully, giving her the full taste of pleasure she had been denied for weeks. “Do you love my fingers on you like this?” She bobbed her head, earning a frown from him. “Words, Tessaline, words.” His voice was stern as his fingers touched the areas where she needed him. “Do you love my fingers fucking your tight little pussy like this?” He spread her puss

I spread my legs further so he can do his work well. He pulls on my vulva as he penetrates me with two fingers, he fucks me wildly with his fingers, making my legs tremble. - Ohhhh damn.......ohhhh yes....... my darling......yes...... faster......Humm... His hands move furiously in my pussy, I cum abundantly on his fingers. - Damn my love, I love you. - Is it my fingers you love or is it me? - Both. - I knew it. - I plead guilty. You are so good at giving me pleasure.

There was no way he would take me back now—no matter how much I begged. As if I had decided to pile on the spontaneous behaviors, my finger brushed over my lips as I thought about the kiss Mr. Fingers had given me. I know it seemed like I was going to make the first move, but the end result was definitely a surprise. There was no spark, but could there be? Was I even interested in more? Reaching into my pocket and pulling out his business card, I stared at it, willing it to give me all the answers. Gerald Marshall Fingers.

Raising her hand up, she knocked a single time on the door. Immediately his cock was withdrawn, and she was surprised to see his mouth appear at the hole. "Oh... please... Mystery-Girl," he said, opening his mouth wider after each word. Whimpering at the sheer desperation in his tone, she slid her finger from her pussy, pausing to run it through several times and get it nice and drenched, then pulled it out of her pants. Raising it up, she wriggled the soaked fingers up in front of her face for a second, then leaned forward and gently slid them into his waiting mouth. Immediately she felt him sucking on her fingers, a moan of approval practically vibrating the wooden door between them. His t

“Show me how much you missed dick.” “Fuuuuck,” I whimpered, already moving on top of him, riding his fingers which were buried inside of me. My hips rolled in filthy waves, tits bouncing in his face. Reese latched onto one nipple again, sucking hard while his other hand guided my ass, helping me fuck him faster. I rode his fingers like I was possessed—grinding, bouncing, clenching around his digits. “I love you,” I gasped between thrusts. “Love your cock. Love your fingers. Love being your wife.”