Belly Button Torture Porn Novels & Stories

He turned and looked at it. Sleek. Black. Velvet. Tied with a silk ribbon. He wanted to throw it out the fucking window. But instead, like a fucking masochist, he walked toward it. His fingers untied the ribbon slowly. His chest tight. His mouth dry. He opened the lid. Fuck. Lingerie. Sheer. Black. Strappy as hell. Barely anything at all. There were no pads, no modesty, no comfort. Just threads and lace designed to be ripped off.

It felt like I reached their guts or stomachs — I could have explored and felt their entire intestines instead of a medical probe. Later I quickened my movements and made them rougher. I would suddenly and forcefully punch the gaping asshole while it would absorb my "blow" into herself, "neutralizing" it like some kind of a mini black hole. My hands dived and plunged where the sun don‘t shine. Being inside I would clench and unclench my fists. It was crucial to pull them out clenched because then the abused anuses would stretch to the maximum and their owners would be flooded with waves of uncontrollable pleasure. At times I would insert my fists at the same time and sometimes I would insert

Zero keeps on teasing her vagina, leaving it too wet. He grinned like a real monster—a demon. He traces his hand down to her breasts. Tweaked one tip to another then slowly trail it down to her abdomen, and darted his finger circularly into her belly button. She arched her body, curled her toes, and her hands clutch into his arms. “Z-Zero,” she whispered. ‘When will this torture last?’ she thought. “Are you liking it?” She shook her head and moaned but bit-pressed her lips together when she realizes the fact that Becca is still on the other side of her room. “N-No,” she whispered. “I hate it because it’s killing me,” she added.

Then his hand moved suddenly to my navel which was a bit exposed through he has his grip on my hands overhead and the upper part of my top was raised, putting his middle finger on my navel he started to make circles there finally placing hard press over my naval making me tremble under his dominance. When he got satisfied rubbing my belly button over and over he started to remove the bottom of my jeans after pinching the skin of the belly button which made me wince in a little pain. I was again lost in his passion and couldn’t think anything right. It feels so right with this man even if this is wrong.

The bulge in my lower belly rose and fell with every thrust, his hips grinding hard. 28 million viewers. 35 million. 42 million. He manhandled me like a fuck doll—hair yanked back until my neck arched, ass slapped raw so my cheeks burned and jiggled under his palm, throat squeezed until my eyes watered harder than my pussy. I was limp, babbling, tears streaming. “Please… hurts so good… don’t stop… fuck… please…” One last flip. He dragged me to my knees by the throat. “Open that pretty mouth.”

His lips touched my belly chain . Every fiber in my nerv were screaming at me run away but the fear of him and the betrayal of my body was beyond my control I moaned so loudly when he abruptly sucked on my bellybutton with a slurp sound making my arch my hand want to push him away Christian assault was too much for me to take . Hesitatingly I placed my hand on his shoulder to push him away but it only made it but it only made him angry as he growled and the next thing dipped his face more in my stomach kissing my belly button .

He whispered into my ear before slowly sucking on my earlobe. “So, I am going to be the one to pump your cherry little Faith. And when you are all stretched and nice, he will have you so rough that you won’t be able to wear those little thongs you wear every day. After that, we will fuck your little pussy together, our two big cocks rubbing against each other inside you. And you feel us for weeks because you would be so stretched that you will have problems sitting, walking, peeing….” “God just get on with it already. I can’t take this torture anymore.” My very unruly mouth decided to run on its own even before I had a time to stop it. My two guys laughed softly:

Vic tapped the arrow button and brought up a picture of another woman naked and bent over a desk. Her legs were spread and tied at the ankles to the legs of the desk, and ropes around her wrists had her arms pulled wide, as well. Behind her a muscular black guy was poking the tip of his BBC into her asshole while a white dude was feeding his dick into her open mouth. Another tap and a photo filled the screen with a naked ass. Between the spank-reddened cheeks fat cocks were shoved up the juicy cunt and the lubed asshole.

He taunts, as I turn to see him pulling down his boxers. Walking up to him, I kneel, wrapping the black plastic cord. Wrapping it under his balls, I thread one end through the loop. Using all my strength, I pull the tie as tight as possible, his body convulsing; barely alive. Tugging a little more, I make sure that the plastic torture device is as tight as possible before backing away. ****