Overlord Touch Me Romane & Geschichten

Her moans hit me in my core, making it impossible to stop my erection. “Fuck,” I whisper as I watch them make out, biting my lip as I watch his hands roam her body, ending up groping her ass. Shouldn’t I be the one touching her if they want to test the meds I took?

“If you touch me, I would hate you more.” “What kind of touch Tesoro?” My lips moved down to her neck, sucking and kissing “This touch.” My hand sauntered back to the hem of her lacy panties I had asked my sister to get, trailing my fingers around the edges until I slipped one in and pulled it out, running that same finger down her pussy walls which I felt tighten until I reached her cunt, trailing my finger there to feel the wetness “This touch? I want answers, Ophelia…I can feel your wetness, I can feel you throb without doing anything.”

Oliver pushed his finger in and out of me while flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue. “What are you doing? Oh Oliver.” I somehow muffled a scream. “Don’t tell me my nephew hasn’t done this to you.” Oliver said between licks. I was burning up. This was an entirely new level of euphoria. “No, never. It feels….it feels so nice.”

“You’re beautiful.” The hair doesn’t seem to bother him at all. In fact, he seems to like it, caressing my mound like a treasure. His palm is warm and rough against the softness of my flesh. “But…I…” My brain’s all jumbled up, dazed by his touch. His palm feels like heaven on my skin. “Shh.” Sir Oliver's finger snakes along my slit and my body shudders. My eyes widen and I gasp. My skin is on fire.

"T-touch me. Do it. Please." I pinch her nipple. Gardenia arches her back, groaning low in her throat, and then I'm cupping her breast, kneading it and weighing it in my palm. Fuck. One touch won't be enough. One taste won't be enough. Any foolish notion I had that this could happen just once, that we could simply get it out of our systems–it melts away into the heated air.

He tangles his fingers into my hair, pulling my face closer, anchoring me to him. The hot water washes over us, making our skin slick. I press my hips forward causing my hard erection to slide right against his. The friction is blinding. A low groan rumbles in my chest. I run my hands down his wet back, gripping his ass. I lift him a little, grinding our bodies together. Oliver arches into my touch. His nails bite into the muscles of my shoulders. He parts his thighs, inviting the heavy contact, chasing it with desperate enthusiasm.

"I’m not letting the machine have your ghost." He didn't use a gentle touch. He used his hands to rip Aradaa’s tunic open, the fabric shredding under his fingers. He needed the reality of the flesh to drown out the screech of the Overseer. He slammed his mouth into Aradaa’s, a collision of teeth and salt.

ORLA 5 WEEKS LATER I rolled underneath him, still desperate and needy for his touch. His fingers slid inside of me, fueling the flames that burned deep within my belly. The coil with me tightened, and I just knew that soon, I would be filled with a pleasure so sharp and powerful that it would practically turn me to perfect mush. "Maverick . . ." I panted, bringing my hands up to my breasts and caressing my nipples for the added sensation. I kept perfect eye contact with him, because it somehow made the whole experience hotter.

I was in the middle, my hands still on his chest. I leaned over and pressed on a kiss. He let me even bite him while moaning and my desire got harder. We continued to kiss, my finger trailing down from his shirt. I stopped below his belt. I heard him whisper. “If you touch it's over.” I knew that and I had become turned on to the point that I did not care at all. I let my hands crawl into his trousers and I touched it. He pushed me back immediately and my back rested on the bed, He was over me immediately.

Alland pulled the tip of the vibrator and he slowly pulled it out. “Ahh,” Camella sighed as the thing came out of her body. Alland brought his face closer and inhaled the scent of the girl's sensitive area. The fresh mint aroma entered his sense of smell. Alland stuck out his tongue and brushed the girl's clitoris with his tongue. "Ahh," the girl sighed as she felt a touch on her sensitive spot. Alland quickly swarmed Camella's, sucking the girl's sensitive spot, occasionally his tongue dipped into her. Alland did it so skillfully, how often did he do this?