Mystery Of Love Mr Fingers Novels & Stories

His fingers delved inside in a gentle push. His lips kissed my cheek as his fingers started doing wonders down there. It was pushing and pulling in a slow rhythm that's making me so crazy. It made me whimper and cling onto his neck desperately as my hips started meeting his fingers’ thrusts. “Matteo! Matteo!” I was chanting his name deliriously as I hugged his neck so tight. I’m so close. It was only his fingers, but I’m already losing my mind. Oh, God! Why is he so good?

I squeezed the left breast with one hand and sucked the right breast. She started making alluring sounds, her legs were giving up on her so she placed her two hands on my shoulders as I kept playing with my breasts. Suddenly she took my hand and placed it on her vagina. She wanted me inside her. I placed one finger inside her while we were still standing together. Her body stiffened. Then I placed another finger and she wince in pain. For some reason I liked it. I started to move my fingers, it was wet and moist inside her and very tight. I could feel her sucking on my fingers.

His fingers slid into her wetness" Then he moved back up her body slowly, his lips brushing her stomach, her ribs, her collarbone, until his forehead rested against hers. "Still nervous?" he asked quietly. "...a little." "Good nervous or bad nervous?" She searched his face in the soft lamplight. His eyes were dark and steady and completely full of her. "Good nervous," she whispered. "Really good nervous." He kissed her softly. "I love you." "I love you too." She swallowed. "George?"

My inner walls clenched around his long fingers, and he pumped them into me, making me grind against his cock Mr Voss's face was transfixed while he watched me ride his fingers to orgasm With one hand I held his cock, with the other I grabbed onto his shoulders, digging my fingers nails deep enough to leave marks Those sweet fingers curled inside me, stroking that sensitive spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. If it weren't for his strong hold on me, I would have long melted to the floor But Mr Voss didn't relent, he fucked me with his fingers, deepening and quickening the pace. My breasts bounced as he did, jiggling against his face, by the way the navy of his eyes darkened into bla

And why would he leave them in an unlocked drawer today of all days? Olivia's hands were shaking; she grabbed the burner phone first as she tried his birthday: 0903. Access denied. She tried again, this time using ‘1209’ the date his first love, Margaret died which he had always remembered. Still, the code didn't work. She entered Richard's birthday 0424 in a panic. The access denied again. Her hands started to shake more violently. With each incorrect code click, she experienced a new wave of anxiety. What was he hiding? And why did she feel like she was about to unravel a mystery that is somehow connected to her?

I got my hand away from Giselle and brought it down to my face. Moving my head back to see, I slipped a finger inside her slit and moved it up and down the length of her mound. Everything was so moist and wonderful. I moved up my fingers to the top, hitting the nub, and Giselle screamed. My quiet, smart, sarcastic Giselle screamed in passion. I would never give this up. Giselle's noises were muffled suddenly by a pillow she was pushing into her face. I moved my fingers back down and pushed forward a little. There was a little give, so I pushed again and suddenly my finger was entering the woman I loved.

“Your pussy is pulling my fingers in like it never wants to let them go.” On the giant screen, blood splattered violently across the darkness as another victim met a gruesome end, but none of it mattered to me now. All I could keep my attention on was the relentless rhythm of Lucas’s hand working between my spread thighs. He fucked me harder with his fingers, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot inside while his thumb rubbed firm, relentless circles over my throbbing clit. The wet, slick sounds of his fingers plunging in and out of my soaked core filled the small space around us.

"He took his beefy middle finger and delicately ran it over my trembling wetness. I sobbed for some contact. Snatching his hand I roughly pushed his thick finger inside my dripping wetness. It slipped inside. My whole body trembled as Sir gasped at my boldness. It had slipped in without any effort. He suddenly twisted his finger in, knuckle deep. I moaned as my wanton hole clenched around his digit. He quickly pushed in two more of his fat fingers inside. I screamed at his roughness, his fingers filling and stretching me like nothing ever before. The burn made me rock againt his intruding digits as he pumped them in and out vulagrly. I was being fingered by a man my dad's age. The fleeting t

He began stroking his fingers along my wet slit, causing me to moan even louder as my hips rocked upwards invitingly against his fingers. “You’re already so wet…” Reiner whispered thickly as his fingers stroked my love juices. His fingers slowly delved a little into my love hole and I moaned loudly at the pleasure. Seeing that I was enjoying myself, Reiner pulled his fingers out of my hole before thrusting it hard and deep into me all in one go. I screamed at the intense pleasure of his fingers stretching and filling my love hole. The wind blew away my lewd cries of pleasure. “You get wet so easily. My fingers are slipping in quite easily although you’re quite tighter than last time…” Reiner

“How many fingers are you using?” “One,” I whispered. “You can do better than that,” he insisted. I added another finger at his behest and could feel my arousal coat and drip down my fingers. “Let me see.” I slipped the wet digits out and held them up for him to inspect. My breath hitched when his mouth sank on my fingers. His enigmatic green eyes blazed with barely restrained passion as he sampled me. One second, Jonathan was sucking my pussy juice-covered fingers, and the next, he was walking off without another word.