Novel & Cerita Never Been Touch

She was so wet and shyagad nitong hinawakan ang baba niya at itinaas ang mukha niya. “Touching is not prohibited, sex only.” He smirked.

A beautiful creature that God created is mine. Trace pulled my right hand up to stop me from touching his length and placed it on his shoulder. I frowned… I am dying to touch his length but he didn’t allow me. Napadilat ako at nakipagtitigan sa kaniya. Why? Why won't he let me touch it? “Tita Mommy is looking at us, meu roxo…”

Pero hindi siya papayag na umuwing tuyo ang ari ngayong gabi. “That’s too bad.” Inilapit niya ang kamay at marahang hinimas ang matipunong dibdib nito. Bukas ang mga butones ng long sleeves shirt nito, kaya ramdam niya ang pinong balahibo at ang init ng balat na masarap dilaan. “Because even if I’m not your usual type... I know how to touch you, suck you, and make you feel so damn good.” “Touch me? Suck me? Make me feel good?” nakataas ang kilay nito, tila hinahamon ang kakayahan ng dila niya.

Doon ay naramdaman ko na ang kamay niyang kanina’y nasa legs ko ngayon ay unti-unting tinatahak ang gitnang parte ko at doon ay naramdaman ko ang kaniyang daliri na siyang pumasok sa loob ng pagkababae ko. “Ugh~” napasigaw ako dahil sa hapdi na naramdaman ko. Ganon pala ang pakiramdam kapag may pinasok doon. I never tried touching myself at hindi ko alam na si Noah ang unang makakapasok doon. “Noah ang sakit,” bulong ko sa kaniya.

Ito ang pinakaunang pagkakataon na humarap ako sa isang taong walang saplot sa katawan. At higit sa lahat, sa pinakadignidaong tao pa. Sinong hindi makakaramdam ng hiya? “Axton…” “Once I touch claim something, I don’t intend to share it with anybody else.” Pinatong nito ang aking mga binti sa kanyang balikat at bahagyang hinalikan ang aking ankles na siyang ikinapula ng aking pisngi. “So I expect you not to let anyone touch you.”

I'd never gone with the wind Just let it flow Let it take me where it wants to go 'Til you open the door There's so much more I'd never seen it before. Nathaniel stopped. I am rolling my eyes, trying to figure out what he asked. "Saan naman?" "At the bar." "The hell? The thing about touching me? You're absolutely a bastard." "No. I am serious this time." He played the guitar again. I dare not to look at the person next to me, even just a glance. Why do I feel so weird like this? Is it because of the alcohol in my blood? “I was trying to fly but I couldn't find wings,