Ball Gag Pulp Fiction 소설 & 이야기

Baz was quick-witted and barked through the voice changer. That got Ralph worried. Squirming in the sack, he said hastily, “We agreed that I’d go to Treats Galore with the old geezer at their grand opening because I have connections with them. We’d cut the ribbons together and I’d spike the cream puffs with cyanide. Then, I'd got sixty million dollars for my trouble. “The old geezer got lucky and survived. But what does that have to do with me? I’ve paid off my gambling debts with the sixty million dollars I got from you. I don't have a cent left. I-I can’t afford to pay you back, Sally!”

“Swallow it down to the balls, whore. I want to see tears on that fancy executive face while you suck my dick like a street bitch.” Carla gagged slightly with each deep push, her throat convulsing in involuntary reflexes, but she didn’t stop—in fact, she sucked with even greater voracity, hands massaging his heavy balls, feeling them full and hot, imagining the thick, hot cum that would soon flood her mouth until it overflowed. Saliva mixed with pre-cum spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto the dirty ground and forming a puddle that reflected the flickering dim bulb like an obscene mirror of her consensual degradation.

“That’s a ball gag, to stop you from speaking. So, no one hears you while I fuck you against this table where just after a few minutes people will come to dine, not knowing that the newly weds just fucked all over it.” ____ A. Gupta

His voice came out in a low whisper and I sighed loudly, hoping he took it as a sign that I was also invested in whatever was going on. “I heard you were part of the El Alma mafia.” I decided to push the buttons now he was at his peak. He froze underneath me and I leaned forward and gave his feathery kisses all over his exposed hairy chest. “It’s so hot. You with guns. I can only imagine how scary you were.” Plan B: Stroke his ego I heard him chuckle and I almost rolled my eyes. “I wouldn’t say scary but I did have a lot of body count..” his hands trailed down to the V-neck of my dress. “Not this kind of body count sugar.”

~COOLEY~ She walked toward me slowly with eyes burning with fury. “You low-life faggot,” she spat. “I was tipped that it was you,who sent that guy to lie and try to ruin my engagement party.” The accusation hit harder than I expected. "No," I replied right away, shaking my head. "I don’t even know him. I swear." She let out a cold laugh. "Go on, keep lying. We’ll see how long you stick to that lie after they really beat the hell out of you."

"Suck it, Maggie. Suck it like the nasty bitch you are." I didn't think. I grabbed him with both hands. My fingers didn't touch around the shaft. He was that thick. Hot. Heavy. Pulsing against my palms. I licked the pre-cum off his slit. Salt. Metal. Him. I moaned before I even took him in. Then I opened my mouth and swallowed him down. I didn't tease. I gagged. Saliva ran down my chin. Down his balls. I bobbed my head fast. Wet sounds filled the kitchen. Gluck. Gag. Slurp. He grabbed my hair. Not soft. He pulled.

She rolled his ball sack in her hands while she attempted stuffing all 8 inches into her throat. She tasted his salty pre cum and enjoyed the spiciness. She licked from his balls up to the juicy mushroom head. Jacob decided to f*** her face. He wanted his 8 inch cock into her throat. Today he wanted to claim her mouth and p**** fully. He turned her over on the bed, nipples pointing to the ceiling. Her head hung from the edge of the bed. Her long hair touching the floor.

The next morning Jenny called me at six and said, "You are going to love this one. Your wife is now a bona fide slut and a whore." "What are you talking about?" "I was fucking Ralph when the doorbell rang. Before I could stop him Joey got up to answer it. It seems that Ralph invited some friends over to help him take care of me. Bottom line is that last night I was gangbanged by nine guys. When they all left I was so sore I could barely walk. I climbed into the tub and soaked for two hours and then I crawled into bed and crashed. This morning when I got up I found that some of them had left money on the dresser. I guess that makes me a member of the Oldest Profession."

My pussy lips felt puffy, slick juice slowly coating my inner thighs. I pressed my legs together and rocked a little on the stool, chasing friction without being obvious. God I wanted to reach down and rub my clit until I came right here in front of everyone. The bartender chuckled low. “Rough huh? Sounds like you need a man who’ll pin you down and fuck that frustration out. If your date flakes, I get off in an hour. Could show you the storeroom. Bet that pretty mouth of yours would look good wrapped around something thicker than that straw.”

At once, Galvin’s sleeping rod awakened and swelled against his pants. Ecstasy ripples up in every nerve of his body; Galvin slaps her right ass cheek, which causes her to moan. With that, her crotch rubbed into his bulge, and her lower body bounced every time he slapped her round ass. “Let’s see…” Galvin murmured.” Hmm... I barely touch you, but you’re this soak already, huh?” He lowered his gaze to her thighs. With his fingers, he rubbed her inner labia and confirmed how soaked she was already.