Solo Leveling Middle Finger Novels & Stories

I placed one hand on the wall, above my head, and gently, slowly using my other hand began making my way to my V area. I could see his breathing level had changed, his eyes were filled with hunger, but he can't end this now. We only just began. “You want the middle finger right?” I asked, and he nodded. “That's right, the middle finger,” he answered, his voice continuing to send chills down my spine, and I almost forgot I was taunting him too. “This one,” I place my first finger inside my already wet clit. I gasped, and heard him groan.

He smiled and said sweetly, “Pleased to meet you. I’m Stewart, the Mid Solo player. My ID in the game is Jin.” His smile was as sweet as honey, and his eyes were a unique crescent-shaped. Leon recognized this guy, too. He was the world’s number one Mid Solo, whether in a group or as a solo player. Other Mid Solo players feared him. He immediately shook his hand. “The pleasure is mine.” As soon as he finished speaking, another youngster with black hair approached him with an extended hand. “Hi. I’m Jonathan, the Top Solo player. My ID in the game is Jon.”

I've also been nailed in the head with a quarter, so that sums up my career. When I reach the front of the stage I glance over to the middle to see Mr. Cutler leaning back in his seating looking at me. His arm is outstretched, and his finger is on the top of a thin straw that's in his glass. He's absentmindedly twirling the straw as he watches me. I ignore the nervousness and embarrassment that's ready to show on my cheeks, and instead, I send him a wink with a large smile. He smirks, winking right back at me.

"They'll know you are mine that way and that's the only way I could think of to drive them away. And if someone dares to steal you while I'm away, flash them this hand." He pointed to my middle finger. An engagement ring is supposed to be between your middle finger and pinky finger right? But he put mine in my middle finger. I giggled at how serious he was. "Possessive much?" "Damn Snow. Take it seriously." He cursed. "Wait for me." "Don't bother following me okay? Do what you planned to, it doesn't matter if you're away. Don't overthink, you are in my heart." I said, claiming his distressed mind.

*Maybe if I land this clean, the universe will finally let me stay somewhere. Manual the entire street → casper flip → manual again → 360 hardflip. *Please. Just once. Let me keep something.* See the death gap. *Fifteen feet. No one’s made it. Perfect.* Carve, backside 180, launch. *If I fall, at least the ground will catch me. It’s more than people ever have.* Mid-air, grab mute, slow 360. *For one second I’m flying and no one can take this away from me.*

Lowell was impressed with her wetness and excited to see her hairless down there. She gasped when his finger encountered her wetness. Lowell teased her by running his fingers across her bald pubic mound, squeezing, using his fingers to rub her slick pussy lips together. He then slid his giant, thick middle finger to the top of her wet slit, his fingertip stroking her clit, the perimeter of his finger separating her swollen pussy lips.

Use your fingers on me. I whispered to his ears. He quickly turned me to the side, setting my body to the right position. I completely lowered my dress revealing my nakedness. I placed my left leg on his shoulder while he held my right leg open in a V shape. He slowly inserted his middle and ring finger into my wet pussy gliding back and forth. I let out a low moan urging him to move those fingers a bit faster and so he did.

His mouth moved rapidly, clearly still mid-lecture. “Open the damn door!” I met his gaze through the window, utterly unbothered. Instead of rolling it down, I lifted my hand and gave him a slow, deliberate smile. Then, with great care, I raised my middle finger. His eyes widened in disbelief. “You are unbelievable!” I laughed under my breath, shifted the gear, and pulled out smoothly, leaving him standing there, arms thrown up in pure frustration.

It would be even more convincing if he had a cigarette butt in his mouth. I still kept my mouth shut. The only thing moving on my face were my slow blinking eyes. "Haa. You're brave enough." Sir Thebet raised the bridge of his glasses with his middle finger. It was very offensive, except there was no rude sign of raising the middle finger in this world. I'm sure Sir Thebet used his middle finger not because he understood the implicit meaning of his action. “Tch, a lowly woman who only drain Lord Dylan's energy.” Sir Thebet muttered, but his voice was clear enough for me to hear.

That's when I got dirty. I stuck my middle finger, slicken by her juice, into her puckered ass, and began working it. In. Out. In. Add a second finger. In. Out. In. Out. Add a third finger. In. Out. In. Spit on the fingers. In. Out. In. Out. The effect was immediate.