All Might Fist Up Novels & Stories

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒋𝒂𝒘 𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. "𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌 everyone, 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 today 𝒂𝒏�

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.

Sebastian gazed calmly at the fist charging toward him, his eyes gleaming with determination. With unwavering resolve, he met the incoming fist with his own! Seeing Sebastian throw a punch, Lucas became furious beyond measure! "You arrogant brat! Daring to exchange blows with me? You truly don't know your limits!" Lucas roared, increasing the force behind his punch. His fist, like a cannonball, broke the sound barrier as it thundered toward Sebastian's fist. A deafening explosion echoed through the entire Carlton Manor, sounding like thunder reverberating through the sky.

“Grief counselling bots are being deployed. The narrative is established. Asset consolidation, the reallocation of the newly vacant dwellings, begins this afternoon.” It was so vast, so clean, so utterly monstrous. It wasn’t a riot. It wasn’t a war. It was a spreadsheet update. A demographic correction. “Why is no one screaming?” I hissed, my voice trembling with a fury that was also terror. I looked around the bus. The woman in athleisure was doing subtle wrist-based exercises. The man in the suit was nodding slightly, as if agreeing with his news feed. “Why isn’t there panic in the streets? Fire? Revolution?”

The doctor followed my instructions immediately. Jennifer thrashed wildly. "What are you doing! Don't you dare touch me! When I get out, I won't let you off! Ever!" No one paid attention to her threats. The doctor injected every last drop of the reagent into her. She suddenly started sniffing herself frantically, her voice rising in panic. "What did you inject me with? Why do I smell like semen?" "Yes, exactly that smell," I said, watching her.

I pull out and grab the fisting gloves—black latex, lubed thick. “Gentlemen, watch this forbidden shit. These sluts take fists like pros.” Lila first. I work four fingers into her dripping cunt—twisting, stretching. She moans, spreading wider. Then my thumb. Knuckles deep. I push—slow, relentless—until my whole fist pops inside. She screams in ecstasy, body convulsing. “Fist-fuck me, Sir! Ruin my breeding hole for the audience!” I pump my arm—deep, churning her insides, elbow nearly vanishing.

The stretch was apocalyptic, her ring and lips gaping impossibly, belly distending grotesquely with each synced plunge. "Fist-ruin me..harder than ever!" Screams cracked voicebox; spanks with tablecloth-wrapped fist thudded dull-heavy on cheeks, bruising bone-deep. Climax chained eternally"Fiiiist-cuuuum!" Ass milking cock, pussy squirting around forearm; his load hosed bowels as fist withdrew gape-yawning. They migrated to the home gym nook, weights clanging as backdrop. Stacey strapped to bench-press bar wrists bound overhead legs in stirrups wide.

Marc straightened. “No.” Adelaide kicked out to him landing the ball of her foot in his chest. The force caused him to stumble a few steps back. She used the opening to move in close, she punched with her left then right fist. Marc blocked the first punch but missed the second which landed on his jaw. Adelaide lunged at him making Marc land heavily onto his back. He flipped her off him and pinned her to the ground, sweat streaming off his face.

Thе hеаd was gоіng tо hurt ѕоmеthіng terrible but оnсе іnѕіdе me іt wоuld bе оut оf our way fоr fuсkіng. Hе рuѕhеd. Hе ѕtаbbеd at mу hоlе. Hе рullеd mе араrt еnоugh tо get the vеrу tір оf that hеаd іnѕіdе аnd fоrсеd it tо spread me ореn untіl the head рорреd thru my sphincter. The раіn wаѕ іntеnѕе but оvеr оnсе thе head wаѕ іnѕіdе me іt was аll good. I соuld ѕее thеrе wеrе ѕеvеrаl mеn wаtсhіng from thе dark in thе bасk аnd the fist guys rіght іn frоnt of mе ѕtорреd tо wаtсh thе асtіоn.

I shrunk back in fear, but felt my back hit the shelves behind me. Carson, who had anticipated Allan's intention, move to stand in front of me. He then pulled back his fist and punched Allan in the face. I was so shock at the intensity of the punch, that I gasped and cover my mouth with my hands. Allan staggered and stumbled, hitting over two bags of chips from the shelf behind him to the floor.