Romans & histoires Bloody Caning Bdsm

Each thrust stretched her anew, g-spot battered, clit grinding his base coarse-haired. Spanks punctuated palms on inner thighs, then tits, reddening pale flesh. She came shattering "Liam! Cumming on your cock!" pussy vise-gripping, milking his roar as he flooded her, cum overflowing to puddle on granite. Living room frenzy: Sofa arm bent her over, ass up, his cock claiming her asshole now—lube her slick pussy juices only, burn exquisite as he inched then hammered deep. "BDSM anal slut take the punishment hole." Fingers in pussy, thumb on clit, spanks cracking louder in open space. She screamed his name"Liam—ruin my ass!" climax ripping, ass fluttering, his load painting insides hot.

I head out into the night. AUTHOR'S NOTE: It gets more BDSMyyy. What tool do you want to see him use? There's Wax, Bounding, exhibition, obsession, edging, somno, hand stock etc. Comment what you want.

He came home seething, channeling it into the most intense session yet. We started in the hallway. He ripped my clothes off, gagged me with a ball gag to muffle screams, and fucked me standing against the door. Hard, fast, risky thrusts into my cunt while footsteps passed in the hall outside. The neighbor's suspense made me cum instantly. He switched to my ass, pounding relentlessly, then carried me to the bedroom for a full BDSM ritual.

A third forced his way into her asshole, double-penetrating her with no mercy. The ropes adjusted on their own, spreading her wider, tilting her body so they could use every hole. The last two took turns slapping her tits, spitting on her face, and feeding her their leaking cocks. Lila glowed bright blue now, her whole body lit from inside like cursed fire. She was screaming around the cock in her throat, eyes rolling back, squirting violently every few seconds as they ruined her. The wet slapping sounds were disgusting 🤮, flesh on flesh, squelching holes, ropes creaking. Cum and precum and her own juices splattered everywhere.

THEMES: Blackmail, Reluctance, Manipulative Coercion, Security room, Unconscious Cheating, Unintentional Cheating, Forced Subduing, Trickery, Harsh treatment, Belittling, Nonconsensual KINKS: Rough sex, Intense Spanking, Hair pulling, Forced Blowjob, Degradation, Dirty talk, Lewd dirty name calling LENA'S POV I cry out, my body bouncing on the high stool while he fucks me brutally, his hips snapping forward, his cock stretching me wider than Derek's.

I cried, my eyes rolled back into my head. He slowed down a little, the sudden change in pace denying me my orgasm. "Not yet. Or I'll stop," he said as he pulled out and made me lay down, stomach down, ass up, slamming me harder and faster doggy style. "Daddy!" I shamelessly screamed as his cock threatened to tear my asshole. "Your cock is too big." "Shut up and take it like the little slut you are," he hissed, spanking my ass hard, leaving his hand prints.

It throbbed painfully now—he couldn’t wait much longer. He reached down and carefully removed the clamp from her clit. Blood rushed back, making it even more sensitive. He started rubbing it gently with his thumb… slow circles at first, then faster. Her screams grew higher, almost deafening. Her body shook violently in the chains. “Fucking stop screaming,” he growled, voice rough. “You wanted this!” He gave her clit a light spank with his fingers… sharp but not too hard. The sting pushed her higher. She sobbed, tears running down her temples into her hair.

Then he strokes his free hand down my body, pushing the sheet down as he does so. 'You like it rough, don't you, Principessa? Of course you do, that bastard Santino is into BDSM. He likes to whip his girls. So you'll enjoy this.' He pinched my nipple between his fingers, then twisted it hard, making me scream out in pain. 'That's right, baby, scream for me.'

She cleared her throat, then walked to the bed and lay down, closing her eyes in an attempt to fall asleep, hoping time would pass faster that way. The next day, Lison still didn’t appear. Libia began to feel trapped, more by her uncontrollable desires than by those four walls. Night fell, and as usual, she went to take a bath. When she came out, she noticed someone lying on the bed. It was him. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered without further explanation. She obeyed without hesitation; she had been longing for this. “I see someone missed me.” Libia said nothing, overwhelmed by excitement, as she approached him and unbuttoned his pants.

She let out a choked sob, but she pushed her ass back towards him, an unmistakable plea for more. SMACK! He spanked the other cheek, harder this time. Then again, and again, alternating sides, painting her flesh a furious, hot pink. With each blow, she whimpered, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the smooth tabletop. With each blow, Brody felt a savage, primal part of himself awaken. This wasn’t making love. This was claiming. Marking. When her ass was thoroughly warmed and glowing, he stopped. He ran a trembling hand over the heated skin, feeling the heat, the slight swell. She was dripping wet; he could see the slick evidence glistening on her inner thighs.