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My juices squirted around his fingers, soaking his hand and the fresh sheets. “Oh my God… your fingers feel so good… I just love how your fingers are destroying my pussy for me… I love this fingering than anything else… go deeper with your fingers and don’t even pause… fuck me harder with those thick fingers… harder… please!” I begged, while I was still squeezing my own breasts so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My hands continued roaming wildly over my body, it was pinching, slapping, caressing, as if I couldn’t control myself anymore. “I can’t live without this… I love sex and I love fingering… I love everything that feels good inside my pussy… I can’t survive without getting fucked

His free hand grabbed my ankle and flung it over a shoulder. "Oh." I sighed, my mouth hanging open. His fingers pumped inside me with a maddening urgency while our eyes locked in a battle of lust. The sloppy sounds of his actions caused me tighten around his fingers and arch my back like a greedy slut. I was moaning so loudly with no restri Had fingering ever felt this good? "You're so fucking tight, princess. Do you feel how your little cunt is strangling me?" He groaned, starting to twist his fingers inside me until my eyes rolled back.

My fingers massage my nipple, the pther low and deep in my wet pussy as I massage my clit, growing impossibly wetter as each second ticks by. "Are you touching yourself as I fuck your mouth, piccola?" He asks, his voice low, erotic, the very epitome of sin and sexuality. "Hmm." I moan in response as my knees tremble in pleasure. His eyes meet mine, green eyes on brown, as he fucks my mouth, and I finger myself, my fingers thrusting in and out of my channel like it's his thick veiny cock that wrecks my mouth, my jaw brusin with each thrust, each fuck, each tug on my hair.

“Hold your nipples between your fingers and twist them gently” I held my nipples between my fingers as he instructed, twisted them sensationally which sent a hot feeling to the pool of my tummy; my pûssy lips were also heating up at this point. “Sexily turn around, lean your back against the wall and finger yourself” I sexily turned around, leaned my back against the wall and slid my hand into my pantys, then dipped my forefinger in my tight hole and began fingering myself. As my left hand was working on my dripping wet pûssy, so was my right hand working on my nipple, which made my mouth slightly open, and I throw my head back in pleasure.

She cried out his name when he suddenly inserted two of his long fingers inside her pussy. He pushed his finger, in and out against her tight entrance, earning a cry of pleasure from her. His cock was throbbing painfully in his boxer shorts, yet he is very determined to make her cum through his mouth and fingers before he would finally take her. He could feel her clenching around his fingers as he fingered her fast, rough, and deep. Her breasts bounced up and down at every forceful thrust he fucked her through his fingers. After a few minutes, she cummed around his fingers and mouth. Xavier didn't waste any drop of her sweetness. He licked her clean. When he was done cleaning her, he put his

I clarified and she flared her eyes open just in time for me to introduce the whole lenght of my middle finger inside her, curling the tip right inside her walls and starting a rhythm that set her off balance. “Oh my God,” she breathed out loud. “You haven’t done this before?” I ask more bemused than I thought I would be and she shook her head. “Well, let me do the honors of giving you your first fingering orgasm,” I said as I rose to my feet and cleared everything behind her with a swipe, stationeries and files shattered on the the ground as i helped her lay her back such that her hair falls downwards with her face looking up to the ceiling. I put myself in between her legs so she’d have no

“Finger me while you stroke me. Make me feel it all.” I slid two fingers back inside—deeper this time, curling toward that spot. He bucked, his cock pulsing in my grip. “Fuck… right there.” I pumped my fingers in rhythm with my strokes on his cock. His hole clenched around me, hot and greedy. Sweat mixed with oil on his skin. The room smelled like sex—coconut, musk, pre-cum. He suddenly grabbed my wrist, stopped my hand on his cock. “Not yet. I want more.”

She reached down to the garter belt, slid a gloved finger into Fabienne’s groin and pushed the lace triangle covering her sex aside. Taking hold of Fabienne’s pubis she tugged at the dark fleece, claiming the tight little plum with a force that bordered on cruelty. Fabienne whimpered and almost cried out. Ah, how she loved this game, this sexual sparring, this exchange of energies. It was something she had neverbefore found with a woman. And with many men, the dominance was too crude, too pure.

as he arches off the floor. My finger delves deep into Xander’s warmth, moving in a steady rhythm that sends shivers through his body. The flickering light of the fire dancing over his body, the air thick with our arousal is driving me wild. I remove my tongue from his entrance, replacing it with another finger, then another, each one pushing deeper, scissoring to stretch him further. Xander's breath hitches, his muscles clenching around my fingers as I work him open.

I take my middle finger and my ring finger, and I slide all my rings except my engagement off, then I slide my fingers inside her, stuffing them in. "You're so tight." I say as I pump my fingers in and out of her. I tell her to flip over and she does, so I reward her with my fingers, pumping them inside her as i kiss her ass. She moans and grabs my wrist as I finger her. "How is... how are you gonna fit?" she pants, moaning and breaking her arch.