Netero Middle Finger の小説・ストーリー

However, when the grandfather and granddaughter duo looked toward Charlie and Caden, they realized that the two of them seemed to be standing still at the moment. Caden had a ferocious expression, and his right fist had already struck in the direction of Charlie’s face. On the other hand, Charlie looked extremely calm, and he had merely extended the middle finger of his right hand to easily block Caden’s fist in front of him. Caden’s expression also changed from the initial ferociousness to being bewildered, panicked, and horrified. He could not believe that this kid could easily block his full-force strike with just a middle finger! This gesture of raising a middle finger was also a univers

They learned from last year to be on their best behavior. That girl, Darling, she hasn’t left my thoughts. “Hello,” Fingers snapped in front of my face. I turned to look at Nero. “Is something wrong? You’re staring at your hands like you killed someone.” Then his smile drops. “Fuccckkkk, Nic, why the hell would you do that?”

With two rough fingers, he continued to ravish me, pushing me beyond the realm of pleasure. I was on the verge of reaching another peak of ecstasy when he gracefully raised his head, gently retracting his fingers. But instead of stopping there, he artfully guided them lower, tracing my wetness sensuously along the way. A shiver of anticipation ran down my spine as I realized his intentions, yet he pursued with unwavering determination. A mixture of pleasure and surprise escaped my lips, and I instinctively closed my eyes tightly as his middle finger discovered my secret entrance. The wetness from my core acted as a natural lubricant, enabling his finger to glide effortlessly past the resista

I touched the blue ribbon with my fingertips and felt the same warmth that emanated from that man. "Are you coming? Really?" He reached out to me with his little finger in the air. "I swear on my finger if I want to and a pinky promise should never be broken." I smiled and without waiting any longer, I intertwined my little finger with his. "Finger promise," I said and then he continued. "Pinky promise, you made a pinky promise, so now you keep it all your life" was almost a hum, so I completed. "If you break the promise of finger, I throw you into hell and fire and fear will kill the little finger that once betrayed your friend."

My eyes then trailed lower, discarding the antsy feeling I got from looking at a naked torso and continued observing every cut and scar on his body. Finally, after scanning for quite a while, I saw something worth looking at. The way he was standing was unbalanced. He kept on shifting his feet, like he was trying to keep his weight on one foot. He seemed to do so mindlessly, like a man riding a bike. I knew then that I hit a jackpot. It was a quick win, I knew I could swipe at his foot easily but I wasn’t heartless. I promised myself that unless it was a pressing moment, I wouldn’t stoop that low. If I saw it right, then it appeared to be his knee cap, probably kicked from previous fights.

~Amara. "Chè cazzo stai facendo?" Nero thundered in Italian. The sound reverberated through the hall. Nero’s arm was clamped like a vise around my waist, keeping me upright against his chest. His breathing was rough and uneven against my ear, every inhale vibrating through my delicate frame. His right hand… dear God… his right hand remained outstretched, his thumb shot off the safety catch, muzzle aimed straight between Marco’s eyes.

Nero pressed the trigger again, and this time, the bullet hit the man’s arm instead of his eye. "You lose," Quero said with a laugh as the man screamed in pain, clutching his bleeding arm. The men gathered around them erupted in laughter, completely unfazed by the gruesome scene. "The index finger," Nero said, choosing the next target. Quero nodded, aimed his gun, and shot the man’s index finger with precision. Quero then turned to Lena, his sinister smile growing wider. She looked pale, as if she had just seen a ghost. The game continued for several more rounds. Quero scored point after point, while Nero failed every time. It was clear the gun Nero was using had been tampered with, but the

"What are you doing?" Ian panicked and struggled with all his might, but he could not get away. 10 seconds passed quickly and Big Ken broke Ian's index finger without any hesitation. "Ah..." Ian let out a heart-rending scream but it was lost in the endless wilderness. It was a place where nobody would be able to hear one’s screams. Big Ken grabbed the middle finger of Ian's right hand again and said slowly, "There’s no hurry, you can think about it slowly. You still have 9 fingers, which means you have 9 more chances. After that, it won't just be your fingers that’ll be broken..."

“Are you _Dad_?” Kieran choked. Then: “Yeah, kid. I am.” Nero looked at Rylan. At Lyra. At us. “Okay,” he said. Small voice. “Okay, I’ll… I’ll try.” He held out his hand. It was shaking. Not from cold. From _hope_. I took it. Kieran took his other one. “First rule,” Kieran said. “No freezing your siblings.” Nero gave a wet laugh. “Second rule?”

He pushes his boxes off. I lay down on the mattress and put my pointer and middle fingers in my mouth. I pull them out and run them along my body. Nick is looking down on me stroking himself and drooling. I move my fingers to my clit and move them around. Nick licks his lips when I draw my legs up to open myself up more. I moan and watch his face go flush. He strokes himself more as I move my fingers to my entrance. Having long fingers has always helped me reach the spots inside myself that make me get there quickly. I curl my fingers and find what I need. I start rubbing and when I do I moan.