Solo Leveling Middle Finger Novels & Stories

“Please… ah… fuck. Add your middle finger—” He doesn’t even wait for me to finish talking before his middle finger slips in between my ass cheeks. I raise myself a little, giving him more space. He middle finger finally intrudes my hole. My body tense up as the digits fill me up. “Just like that. Now, forget the slow-burn. Finger fuck me as fast as you can.” I instruct, my breathing growing uneven. “Let me moan and cry your name.” “Fuck! You’re so nasty.”

I called out without turning back and my middle finger trumpeting up at him behind me. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

He zoomed in a little closer. Jasmine stood up straight and stretched, her arms rising high above her head, her breasts jutting out. Henry groaned, licking his lips in anticipation of what came next. Her right hand slid down over her taught, flat stomach, sliding down over her shaved skin until her middle finger made contact with her clitoris. "Go on, you fucking slut," he muttered, his fist pumping as he watched. Jasmine's middle finger rubbed her clit up and down a couple of times, then in slow-motion, she moved it down her slit, rubbed up and down once, then plunged her middle finger deep inside her pussy.

They lose out on stamina on higher levels and get closed up on. [Zeke Arnold: Level seven cleared!] The young man from before pumped his fists in the air. “Fuck yeah!” He shouted before turning to Q and smirking. That was the highest level cleared so far. He was using a two-handed sword but his ability clad his body in electricity. It dealt damage on contact and buffed his speed as well. The next candidates got fired up but they still couldn't reach or clear that level. “Last up, uh…” James furrowed his brow as he was reading the name on the pad.

My gloves were soaked and my fingers were going numb. “This thing looks wack,” Choppers commented. Glasses frowned. “The middle’s not good. You didn’t center it.” I groaned. “I’ll fix it once I can feel my damn fingers again.” “You sound old,” Choppers said gleefully. “I’m not old.” “*You are!” they all chimed together. Loud Mouth ran over and shoved two sticks in my hands. “Here! Arms!” “Put them in yourself,” I muttered. “Nah. You’re the adult,” he shrugged.

🦪 DORA 🦪 Gathering the last strength flowing in my veins, I pop out my middle finger from the arm lying numb on the ground, raise it to his neck, stabbing him with it, so deeply. Not once, not twice, at least 10times with the same effect and speed. Another lesson learned, ‘Always fix your nails, make them sharp and pointy, it serves as a weapon and self-defense sometimes. In this ridiculously cruel world that cheats ladies, we do need a weapon.’

My hands fell from my mouth before I caught myself and pressed them back, a muffled sound tearing through my throat that I barely contained it. The stretch across my rim was at the absolute limit of what I could hold without crying and Tavian worked all three fingers in tandem without reducing the pace. “That’s just three fingers, Little Wolf.” His voice was completely steady. “Tip of the iceberg.” He finger-fucked me with all three until my vision had softened at the edges and my legs were shaking and I couldn’t track time anymore. Then he pulled back to one. His middle finger only, buried deep, curling on each stroke, rubbing a specific spot that made my cock pulse against the wall in fron

They all say doubtfully. “And how many units?” “Six?” “Exactly! Four nines are thirty-six!” The girls all stare at him as the penny drops. “Do this one,” he says. “Eight times nine.” They all stare at their fingers and count to eight, which turns out to be the middle finger of their right hand. They fold it down, looking at each other to make sure they’ve got the right one. “How many tens?” he asks. “Seven!” “And units?” “Two!”