Forced Fisting の小説・ストーリー

It was a bit agonizing, I felt too full, so I put my hands on his chest, trying to push him away a little, but he started to pull out a little, not enough to ease my entry, and he went back in, giving short thrusts. I began to moan loudly as he began to flick my clitoris rapidly with his fingers. The strong strokes, and the loud slaps of our sexes hitting each other, were too much for me. I came quickly, my body shook as if an avalanche was coming out and meeting another one coming in from the outside, Anthony's cum.

“We’re keeping you here all night. By morning you’re going to be a drooling, brain-broken cumdump who only knows how to beg for cock.” Marcus forced my legs open again, his fist already pressing against my ruined entrance. “Round three, boys,” he grinned. “This time we’re fisting both holes at the same time.” I screamed as his thick hand pushed into my pussy and Zion’s started forcing its way into my ass. They were going to completely ruin me. *END OF COLLECTION

At the same time, she folded her thumb and fingers together into one bundle, and she pushed her hand as deep into Brenda's cunt as she could get it--which was damned near all the way! Tina may have been new to fisting, but Brenda was not, and she groaned "Oh, yeah, girl! Push it harder! Shove your whole fucking hand up my cunt! Stretch my goddamned pussy wide open you cunt-hungry little slut!" Tina applied more pressure than she thought a pussy could ever take, but little by little, Brenda's cunt-hole stretched to accommodate it, and she suddenly found her hand fully inside Brenda's cunt with her pussy-lips closed around her wrist and a torrent of cum leaking out around it.

I'm occupied again! Someone grab my wrist and hold it tightly. Ouch! It hurt so much! They tightened their hands on my wrist. They started to push Felassi on the Van and she can't do anything. I know she's scared and this goon keeps on holding my wrist. "Where are you taking her?!" I shouted. "None of your business, miss." Next they got into the van and this goon who was holding me immediately kicked me and punched me in the stomach. Fuck! I have menstruation now. It hurts like hell!

Punch it in. He curled his fingers into a fist, the knuckles bumping her rim. With a slow push, he forced it past the tight ring. Mira cried out, her body shaking as the widest part stretched her open. Inch by inch, his fist sank inside, until his wrist touched her skin. Her ass walls hugged him, hot and slick.

' His voice sounded as cold as ice. 'And what about Vicky?' He asked. Abhimanyu smirked hearing his name. 'Same here, I wished to gift him battered body to someone. But the person is pure to observe something like this.' Violence Ahead!! Akhilesh's body became stiff for second, then he spitted some blood. His body was in very bad shape. Abhimanyu's men have beaten him black and blue for hours. It's now became a daily routine, they have been doing this same for months. They would put out all their frustrations for hours on his body and then let him healed , and then again same thing repeats. They have tortured him in such a extent that he would not even beg them to stop. It hurts like hell bu

I throw my fists into his chest hard, and he falls to his back looking at me bewildered. I don’t know what overtakes me, but I jumped on him like an animal and started hitting him. He catches every punch I throw and the frustration builds. I start slamming my fists down in frustration, and he doesn’t stop me the first few times. He catches my fists and I try to wiggle free as he sits up.

He positioned himself at her entrance and drove home with a single, violent surge that reached her deepest internal limit. Freya let out a strangled shriek, her legs wrapping around his waist, her internal muscles clamping down on him like a vice. Callum began a brutal, fast-paced assault. Every thrust was a calculated strike, the sound of his hips hitting her backside a heavy, wet thud that echoed off the walls.

Fueled by anger, he threw a punch at my face. My head snapped to the side from the force, my jaw clenching as pain sparked. My phone slipped from my grip and smashed onto the pavement. The girl screamed, backing up a step. Before the man could grab her again, I shook my head, spat blood to the side, and with eyes full of rage, punched him square in the face. The man stumbled back, clutching his nose. I kicked him hard in the stomach, causing him to double over and gasp.

He lined up and slammed in without warning, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust that made Eli's body jerk violently against the restraints. "Fuck yeah, take it, princess," Zeke barked, his voice a harsh growl as he started pounding into Eli with merciless force. Each thrust was savage, driving deep and fast, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room like a brutal rhythm. Eli's ass was on fire, the over-stimulated flesh screaming in agony with every invasion, but Eli did not care and neither did Zeke—he rammed harder, his fingers digging into Eli's sides hard enough to leave bruises, holding him in place as he fucked him raw.