Solo Leveling Middle Finger Novels & Stories

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.

But I don't care and I'm not afraid if he gets angry. "I said fuck you and your stupid d*ck! I can't believe you have two heads but none of them has any intelligence!" After I said that, I pointed my gun near his feet and pulled the trigger, making him jump in shock. "Damn you! Bitch!" he hissed, but I didn't respond and left the room immediately after raising my middle finger to him. Now I know the reason why there is a middle finger. Perhaps it was made for those who deserved it.

Zayn and Gina could not figure him out. "Let me try to beat Travis down from there." Gina knew that they could not let Travis continue doing this. Her True Light Fist had three levels of damage. Those attacks could be used together or separately, depending on the situation. Travis was in black smoke form, and only the third level, which is the mind and soul attack, could be used on him. The fist technique used from True Light Fist was called Deity Annihilating Fist. Gina posed with her unique fist stance. She stood on one leg while her palms were placed together like she was hugging a ball.

Tyger could not resist making a confident remark, "He looks pretty young, so we can assume that his attainment isn't that high. Your elder has unleashed a very good technique that some level six warrior kings might have trouble dealing with! I'm pretty sure he'll be able to deal with that guy easily!" Severin smiled calmly in the face of the opponent's intimidating attack. He raised one hand and pointed one finger at the man. "I just so happen to have acquired a very interesting low-grade technique after killing someone. It's called the Towering Finger. Your technique and mine both share the name 'Towering'. I'm curious if that's because they're created by the same person."

"I just hope they don't have negative side effects and of course I'm a smart ass than you think! Fuck you" She pulled her middle finger to express her attitude towards him. Come to think of it....I wonder who woke up and decided that " you know what? This middle centred finger resembles insults you hear me"? I mean what whack ass shit is that? Some theories need to be scrapped off or am I late already ?

She paused the finger-fucking, her fingers sliding out completely, leaving his opening clenching at nothing once again. “Princess…” he purred, eyes pleading with her to put them in again. "Please, put them in. Fuck me~" “Relax, Shann.” Saying this, her right middle finger dipped at the middle joint. Then, her ring finger lay across her index finger, its tip joint hooked around the left edge of the index fingertip, and its tip touching the nail of the middle finger.

Using my middle finger, I begin to rub Fallon’s clit while mewls of pleasure escape her lips, and even though I wished they were louder, I had to remember that her parents were someone in this compound too. "Are you going to speak now?" I ask, stopping my actions. Instead of responding, she wiggles, trying to get me to tease her again. Dammit, maybe I should try something else, but I had to admit I too was enjoying this. Deciding to push one step further, I shove my finger into Fallon’s core and hook it. Placing another on her quickly swelling clit, I begin to slowly move, rubbing and finger-fucking her while she fights to break free of my hold.

It barely rang before someone answered. "Ms. Stanton, do we need to step in early?" the person on the other end asked. My gaze fell on Dexter's name in the notebook as I replied, "Wait two more days." … Dexter leaned against the guard booth window and let out a wolf whistle before raising his phone and snapping a series of photos of my back. "Hey, the beauty of the neighborhood is wearing a pretty short skirt today." He had already added vulgar captions to the photo of me bending over to change my tire in the underground parking lot. "Free trial. 150 dollars for the night."

"The late-night study session is in full swing. We’re going to walk through the stacks, and you’re going to act like a perfectly normal, perfectly failing student." He pressed a button on the remote. The vibration hit me like a lightning bolt. It wasn't a gentle buzz; it was a high-frequency, aggressive throb that seemed to rattle my very bones. My knees buckled, and I had to grab the edge of the desk to keep from falling. "Ah! Sir... please!" "Quiet," he snapped, though his eyes were dancing with sadistic delight. "This is level one, Liam. There are ten levels. Every time you make a sound, every time you stumble, I turn it up. If you cry out in public, the 'F' becomes permanent."

“You just need a little more time.” I focus on his voice, the way he says it like it’s certain. I try to move my hand. It takes effort, more than it should. I concentrate, willing my fingers to respond. One lifts. Barely. But it moves. His eyes catch it immediately, something lighting up in them. “Well, look at that,” he says, laughing softly. I want to flip him off. So I try. And somehow, it’s my middle finger that lifts. His laugh comes out properly this time, surprised. “Of course it is.”