Blow His Head Smoove Off Novels & Stories

She couldn't understand as why the hell did he suddenly showed up and started fighting. 'Oh sh*t! I'm losing my strength, God what the heck is wrong with him? Ouch! not on my face, noooooo.....' Screaming in her head, she tried to block his move before it hit and give a scar on her face. But, surprisingly the move didn't come, slowly removing her hand and peeping through the gap of her finger ZouMi noticed Master Mo standing beside the crack head man. ZouMi quickly regained her posture and bowed a little, to show respect to MasterMo.

Forcefully pushing me away, I smashed my head on the cold floor. "Ahh," I bite hard on my lips stopping the groan from slipping out from my mouth as I watched him furiously storm out from the place.

Let’s see him stop this. Just as I figured, he couldn't stop it. "Leave no opening." I smirked. His own smirk faltered, replaced by a brief frown—then, just as quickly, a smile, one laced with something almost too confident. Before I could react, he struck. A headbutt. Hard, fast, and precise. Pain exploded through my nose as I stumbled back, the warm trickle of blood confirming the hit. He went for the finish, fist driving forward to take me down.

Harvey took a step forward, then swung his palm forward. Slap! The slap wasn’t at all loud or scary… But Blaine, despite using all his might to attack, looked as if he was struck by lightning. His body was sent flying to the back, and he smashed into the ground. Blood gushed out his mouth instantly after. His fierce, murderous expression vanished. Blood flowed right out of every single one of his orifices. A God of War…was taken out with a single slap.

He let out a low, shaky breath, his smug expression cracking for just a second. Gaining confidence, I grew bolder. I took the massive head straight into my mouth, swirling my tongue forcefully around the rim. The deeper I took him, the more his head flicked back against the headboard. He let out a deep, guttural moan that vibrated right through my lips.

[Rosalynd] “Let me go you sonofabitch~!” I scream as I scratch the arm of the man who has grabbed me around the throat, his elbow under my jaw. He smells terrible like he’s been wearing the same clothing for a year after rolling around in stale beer while smoking a joint. His breath on my neck reeks of rotting teeth and gum disease. Gagging, I jerk my head backward and hear a satisfying crunch as the back of my head hits his nose.

What's with these guys and blows? I swung out my left foot and delivered a kick to his sternum, knocking the wind out of him temporarily as he used his other leg to sweep my feet off the ground. I landed with a huge thud, hitting my head hard on the hard-packed dirt. I opened my eyes just in time to see claws aiming for my face. I quickly rolled over and jumped up on my feet in the same vein. These guys were quickly getting me pissed off.

Brian feels that his partner is exasperating him, so he puts him in his place. "Look here; you ginger hair fuck! We had a direct order from the commissioner himself, and I am not going to disobey him. So you better stop this attitude or else-" Chris interrupts him. "Or else what? Just because you have all these awards and the state of Virginia loves to jerk you off, that doesn't mean you will treat me like a child. Also, do not disrespect gingers; we are delicate creatures." he stands up to him.

He begins to land slaps on her face. Sophia ignores the pain, with her teethes slowly digging into his foreskin. Poof! She bites off the head of his dick and spits it out. "Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhh!" The imposter screams with his mouth blowing out breeze excessively as he bleeds out. "Ahh!" He puts his hand on it, trying to stop the blood flow. But that too presents itself as a multiplier of the mind-blowing pain that has submerged him.

“Don’t fucking say stuff like that!” “Or what?” He smiled—slow, taunting. He leaned closer and blew smoke straight into my face. I coughed, eyes watering, but I didn’t step back. “What you gonna do?” he murmured. “Hit me?” “Yes, I am very much going to HIT YOU!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the quiet garden. Birds scattered from a nearby tree. “And guess what? If your ego allows you to believe it or not—it’s going to fucking hurt a lot!”