Pleas Touch Me Novels & Stories

“Touch me just like that.” He backed me against the shelf, one hand slipping between my thighs. His fingers parted my slick folds, rubbing my swollen clit in slow circles before dipping two thick fingers inside me. I gasped sharply, my walls clenching around the intrusion. He pumped them deeper, curling to stroke that sensitive spot inside while his thumb pressed on my clit. My hips rocked against his hand, chasing the building pressure.

Isabella slapped the phone from my hand. It shattered on the floor. "Done with the act?" Her voice was shrill. "Get your bastard on his knees and apologize to my son! Kneel!" I held Leo close, glaring at her. "You hurt him, and you want the victim to apologize?" "Ha!" Nico swaggered over, grinding the shattered phone under his heel. "Didn't you tell Mommy, Leo? At school, the other kids get in line to shine my shoes for me."

************** I went to bed immediately after I took a shower. I picked up my pbone and scrolled through F******k. Only artists came out because they are the only ones I love and followed. I was busy looking at the pictures when someone texted. From: 09********* "Hello! Are you still awake? How are you?" I frowned when I read the text. I didn’t reply because I didn’t know who's texting me. I opened my Spotify to listen some music. I chose "Butterfly" by BTS. The song is too good. I couldn't understand the lyrics but I was enjoying it. My mood lifted up but someone ruined it. I got a text again from an unknown number.

that everyone has, it's just that she's too sensitive. - Um, um. The first sounds rang out, so Riffen took advantage of the opportunity. That finger continued to gently touch and then play with those two small lotus seeds. Then he used his whole hand to dive into Doris's overflowing breasts one by one. The smile on Riffen's face seemed to be extremely excited. But on the contrary, because Doris was tied up, her whole body was uncomfortable, but following Riffen's movements, she shivered all over.

“Touch me.” Lust took over the moment those words slipped and somehow, my fingers found my clit with a circular motion. His scent clouded the air and the feeling of his tough skin against mine filled my head. “Please,” I yearned, trying to hold onto the last sense of decency, but it was too late. My pussy throbbed and everything in me ached for him. I wanted his touch… his heat… everything. I wanted his dick in my pussy again, so I didn't hold back another plea as though he'd hear me.

My touch was gentle yet firm, knowing exactly how to push him over the edge and into a state of pure bliss. “Please...” Henry pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper, his body trembling with anticipation. With a mischievous smile, I whispered back, “Tell me exactly what you want, and I’ll make it happen.” I teased him slowly, savoring every moment of his vulnerability and desire. My hand fisted on his length, but not giving him what he craved just yet.

I threw my head backwards as my sweat stick some part of my hair to my face “Please” spank “What” spank “Please, please touch me” His freedom my hand and suddenly wrapped his hand around my throat, turning my head to stare at him backwards, “Are you going to allow another man to touch you again?” “No, no, no I promise” “Good girl, not even yourself, you're not allowed to do so, only me has the right to touch this body cause you know why…..you belong to me”

They were standing face-to-face, and Hilda took a moment to thank him for spending time with her. “Can I touch you?” Aron asked out of nowhere. Hilda blinked, her brows furrowing in surprise at the question. “Hmm, go on,” she replied, a bit confused but trusting. Aron’s expression softened as he leaned closer. A leaf had fallen on her shoulder, and since she was wearing a dress, he was careful not to brush too much skin as he reached for it. But before he could touch her, someone suddenly pulled Hilda back and wrapped a possessive arm around her waist.

“Plеаѕе, touch mе please…” I muѕt have ѕаіd the magic words bесаuѕе bеfоrе I know it, hе’ѕ thumbіng mу nіррlеѕ, squeezing and rubbing аn еxԛuіѕіtе tunе оf torture. I lоvе thе еѕсаре his hаndѕ offers me.

I thrash in frustration and a tear follows by. “Pl-lease,” I croak out drily due to my parched throat. “Nah. It won’t do.” He said increasing my frustration while he blew on my core followed by licking it softly with the tip of his tongue. “Pleasetouchme,” I say fast waiting for him to just fuck me or just touch me! “Say it slowly, perhaps I can hear it this time.” He whispered against my clit. “Please touch me,” I mutter.