Romantic Dirty Sign Language Novels & Stories

She was a moaning mess. He grinned against her. “I love to hear you moan.” He growled “Moan louder” He said before plunging his fingers deep into her wet cunt. She couldn’t help but moan louder and he could tell she was about to cum. So he removed his fingers from her cunt causing her to whimper at the lost of contact. “Net Net pitomtsa.(No No Pet)” He spoke in Russian and she groaned loudly “You aren’t allowed to cum unless given permission understand?”

You love being double-fucked, don't you? The dirty talk fueled her, words weaving through the grunts and buzz. 'Yes... love it... your dicks own me!' Scarlett panted, exhibitionism burning in her veins—the idea of hotel staff outside, oblivious to her being ravaged. Damian leaned in, breath hot on her neck. 'Louder, red. Scream for big daddy. Cum hard on their dicks while I vibe this clit raw.' He twisted the vibrator, ramping the speed, the intense pulses making her thighs quake.

and then pointed at her, as if saying, “You came back!” Maitê got excited and began signing slowly what she had learned in the past few weeks: "Hi… Clara… I… like… you." The signs were clumsy, her fingers trembling slightly with anxiety, but the effort was obvious. Clara laughed loudly—without sound but contagious. She gently took Maitê’s hand and corrected the movement of the sign for “like,” forming a C-shape near the chin and then opening it outward. She repeated it slowly, guiding Maitê’s fingers.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close again, the man in front of her pressed the button to stop the elevator from moving, then he came up with an interesting and crazy idea that was worth trying for her, "You have to let your emotions out, right? How about if I let you scream out loud to get yourself feels relieved, holding this kind of feeling is not good for your health.” "Sorry but, what do you mean? Scream out loud? How?" Phoebe asked in confusion because this man's sentence was so ambiguous. 'Oh, my! We use the same language. That's mean he knew when I ramblings and complaints. Nice, you just ruined your image in the eyes of foreigners and in foreign countries, Phoebe Amaya Bre

It’s not a quick or casual kiss, it’s slow, certain, the kind that says too much, the kind that lasts longer than it should, like he’s proving something, like he knows someone is watching. And that someone is me. Something uncomfortable tightens in my chest, a strange mix of things I’d rather not look at too closely, so I look away, because it’s easier that way, it’s always been easier that way. “Lucas!” I look up when Sofi calls my name, and this time she’s coming toward me, smiling like everything is fine, like nothing just happened. “You played amazing,” she says, grabbing my arm, “seriously, you were great.”

Intent. Dennis stepped in between my legs, his palm resting against my inner thigh. His eyes locked with mine. “You’re going to be our good little girl, aren’t you?” I could barely breathe. I nodded. “I’m going to be so, so good.” His mouth curved into something slow and wicked. “Then let’s see how good you can really be.” He leaned closer, his breath brushing my lips. “You’ve tested our lips,” he murmured. “But I don’t think that’s enough.”

The fact that Nico and Foster were heading there didn't bode well. Using sign language, I asked Striker, How long? He shot me what looked like a thumbs up. In American Sign Language, it was the number ten. I nodded. I could hold out for ten more minutes. Hopefully. If someone thought to hurt my baby or Jaz, they were going to be in for a very rude awakening.

He had never seen the Omega like this before. “Did you like it? I drew it myself.” The Omega's hands moved to ask his question, and Tate scratched the back of his head. “Um, I'm sorry. I don't know what you said,” Tate said, and the Omega blushed. He was so excited he forgot he was speaking in sign language. The Omega made a fist and rubbed it in a circle against his chest. “Oh, I know that one. That's sorry, right?” Tate asked, and the Omega nodded.

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“When my fingers touch your pussy, will I find it wet for me?” “Yes,” I breathe. “I’m so wet for you, Owen.” “This is what you want.” He’s talking dirty, still being demanding, but double-checking my consent too. He cares so fucking much, and my heart swells in my chest. “It is.” I squirm underneath him, clit begging to be touched. “I want it, and I need it. Touch me, Owen. Please.” With his hand under my leggings but still over my panties, he sweeps his fingers over my core. I swear I could come right now if he does it again.