Salad Fingers Novelas e Histórias

Daniella slobbered on the baked pork ribs with a sweet and tangy piquet sauce but she had to eat the watermelon salad first. The combination of watermelon cubes, crisp lettuce, mango strips, and nuts in sesame dressing was a must-try. She scooped enough of the salad and put it on Marcus’ plate and said, “Try this, it’s healthy.”

When I enter the bedroom my brows immediately furrowed when I saw Freya sitting on the bed with a large bowl in front of her. "What are you eating, mate?" I asked Freya in a calm voice so that she wouldn’t be startled by my presence since she didn’t seem to notice me enter the room because she was busy mixing whatever it is inside her bowl. "I'm eating a salad, Michael. Do you want some?" Freya offered to me and I couldn’t help but frown when I saw what's inside her bowl. "That is not a salad, mate. That's oranges and apples dipped with salt and vinegar." I said to Freya while looking at her who seems to be enjoying eating her salad, if that's even considered as a salad.

I rose to my feet "Barely, He still has three more Fingers and a thumb" I say stretching my arm out as I offered him the knife.

He joined his thumb in the licking competition. Done wetting those set of fingers, he claimed my lips as he let his hand go down on me again. This time, his thumb pressed firm on my clit and his two other fingers rubbed against the folds of my pussy...not slipping inside at all. The pressure of his fingers...the three of them combined was so great and hot, that I couldn't hold it in anymore. "Yes, Pumpkin...pour yourself on my fingers." He rumbled against my ear, as he increased the speed of his fingers, his thumb so fucking firmly pressed on my clit.

My top clung to my chest, nipples hard from the AC and the memory of his tongue, his fingers, his cock stretching me open against the warm dryer. He passed me the salad bowl. His knuckles brushed my wrist in a casual and innocent way. Then his hand dropped under the table, out of sight. I froze, fork hovering over my plate. His fingers found my knee first. Traced slow, lazy circles up the inside of my thigh, calluses rough against my skin. Higher. Higher. I clenched the fork so hard my knuckles went white, the metal biting into my palm. Mrs. C laughed at something the kid did, a bright, tipsy sound. “He’s obsessed with peas tonight. Look at him go.”

He added one more finger. In Out He released my mouth and I jerked my head back, allowing myself to enjoy the moment. He took that moment to move towards my ear “You like my fingers in you? You like how full it feels?” I couldn't speak, I simply nodded to his question “How about now?” He asked just as he added one more finger Fuck. Four fingers deep in my pussy, yet I wanted more. But I was so preoccupied by the wonders of Sal's fingers that I couldn't find the right word to tell him.

Grilled salmon, no butter sauce, steamed vegetables, brown rice, sparkling water. Then I added a portion of fries. I’d been sneaking junk food onto Lochlan’s plate for weeks now, quietly waiting to see when he’d finally succumb to temptation like the rest of us mortals. So far I was getting nowhere. He came out of the bathroom in a towel. I stayed where I was and watched him. Water dripped from his hair onto his collarbone. He picked up the smaller towel from his shoulder and rubbed his hair dry, and I watched that too, remembering the way it felt to run my fingers through it.

The dishes were carefully prepared and decorated with macabre elements that add to the horror atmosphere of the party. On the main table, there was a selection of appetizers and snacks that included things like "witch fingers", "skeleton bones" and "Dracula eyes". The "witch fingers" were made of sausage wrapped in puff pastry that looked like a human finger, and were served with a strawberry jam to imitate blood. The "skeleton bones" were made of bread sticks and melted cheese, and the "Dracula eyes" were little balls of mozzarella with a small cherry tomato in the middle, imitating a human eye.

The image of Stella’s dad humming over the mayonnaise plays in my head. “I taste better, yunno.” Two fingers shove in and I fuck, rocking my engorged clit on my thumb. “So yummy… You only need to slide in a finger… Just one…” I groan, needing all of me in as I imagine his big hand all in, stretching me out and leaving marks on me. “Uh… fuck…” I carelessly throw my leg on the table to open wider for deeper penetration and I knock down something. The clattering sound makes me jerk, pulling out my coated fingers. My eyes scan to see that it’s the knife rack and fruit tray.

Eating me out like I'm the best he's eaten. I moan loudly as I slide in two fingers. God I'm so wet and so close. I twist my nipple, eyes still close as I thrust my fingers in and out of me. I moan, increasing the pace of my fingers, as I twist my nipple faster and harder. I'm almost over the edge, already so close and then my doorbell rings.