Abdl Pull Up Novels & Stories

BAELA I watched as Alpha Abbadon pulled briefly away from me as if to check if I was alright and yes I was. I was not smiling at him but I know I had passion filled in my eyes and my expression for him. I wanted him to continue, I wanted to have him all tonight.

She tugged my hair while I groped her ass. When she pulled away, she asked, “Can you show me how to do a proper pull-up?” She was serious. I adjusted the bar to accommodate my height. She moved behind me and watched as I started the motions to complete the pull-up and continued with another. She walked in a circle around me, appraising my form. Her hand slipped across the rippling muscles of my back and arms as I executed another pull-up. She walked behind me and groped my ass. “Nice form,” she whispered throatily. “Keep going,” she stated firmly, walking another circuit around me.

Adrian pulled away from the deep, messy kiss, his lips still glistening with a mix of saliva and his own cum. Without a word, he rose from the couch with powerful grace, his muscular body towering over me as I remained kneeling on the floor. His eyes burned with fresh hunger, dark and intense. In one smooth motion, he reached down, grabbed me under my arms, and lifted me up as if I weighed nothing. A small gasp escaped me at the sudden movement.

My serious determined gaze meets his mildly amused one and I'm too focused to care that he's walking closer and holding his hands out on either side of me in case I fall. "I got it. I got it." I continue as I begin to lift myself up using my arms. They shake and I momentarily curse my upper body strength - or lack thereof. It takes me a good amount of time struggling but I finally will my body above the bar, effectively doing a pull-up. I hold the position and look down at Alejandro, my eyes wide as a smile takes up my features. My hands are shaking and I'm about to crack, but I hold it. "I'm doing it!" I exclaim trying my hardest to hold it.

Looking around the entry hall, Arabella stared at her entry rug before an idea popped up. Pulling the rug over, Arabella slid Adora onto the rug. Grabbing the long edges, she started pulling the passed out woman to the stairs. “I think this might hurt you more than me, Adora,” she whispered as she started pulling Adora up, step by step doing her best not to let the other woman’s head hit the stairs.

Hurricane style. Unbuckling the seatbelt without drawing unwanted attention was the next step. Abby slipped as many fingers between the metal bits as she could and pulled the clip handle slowly. A dull click barely registered. She subtly repositioned herself. Moving fast was essential and her aim had to be accurate. This was going to hurt; Khalid’s retribution would be a bitch.

Although her hands were still chained together, she was able to drop them down. She fell weakly on the floor as her arms seemed as though they were about to fall off. She sat on the tiled floor, ignoring the cold feeling against her butt cheeks. Ace unzipped his trousers, took out his d***k, and ordered her to get on her knees. Ava struggled and got on her knees with difficulty because her arms were still in pain. Ace grabbed her hair and pulled her face forward, saying; "I want you to suck my d**k until I am satisfied.

Oo nga pala, may punishment siya. Hinihingal akong napatigil sa pagtakbo at tumatagaktak na ang pawis ko. “You may take a rest for 5 minutes, then we’ll proceed on squats and push-ups.” Tumingin siya kay Axie, “Ms. Leborlle, keep on going, and STOP USING YOUR ABILITY!”

I always thought they weren’t real, but here they are, a guy was squatted in front of legs that protruded from a circular hole in the wall, he was eating out the person who had no face to him like she was his last supper, and her legs shook as she cried. Abed pulled me into a small cubicle with a bed on it and a hole in the wall, instantly I knew what he wanted. I eagerly lay on the bed on my back, my legs sliding out of the hole. He gave me a satisfied smile before walking out. My toes tighten with anticipation, a knot in my stomach forming, my fingers form a fist, straighten, over and over again. My breath hitch when I feel his hand graze my ankles, he holds them in place. He was really ac

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.