Novel & Cerita Clit Torture Hentai

I felt myself falling apart, losing myself in his sick torture. He dropped the flogger and picked up a pair of clover clamps, the silver glossy in the red light. My breath caught in my throat as he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "Let’s see how long these little clamps can keep your filthy nipples hard," he commented. "I bet they will turn a pretty shade of blue before you beg me to take them off, you shameless slut."

These words came out of my mouth like a moan. As he directly hit my clitoris with the spatula, an electric current passed through my body, and I controlled my moans with difficulty, biting my lower lip. Now he's hitting hard on my clitoris rapidly, not even letting me take a breath, my core is badly throbbing for him. I'm controlling myself from shouting and moaning with great difficulty by pressing both lips inside my mouth, my clit is vibrating automatically. He isn't stopping; he is hitting me on the same spot, again and again, nonstop. I just want to close my legs because of the intense sensation, but I can't. It's torture, man, yet so intense, it gives me some kind of magical pleasure.

She brought out the tablet and logged into a sex toy website, scrolling through the available sex toys. The more we scrolled, the more our jaws dropped and the more I realized that there is a lot about torture sex I had no idea about. “Damn, what does that do?” “It is called a clit plug.” “A what?” My eyes widened and I almost got dry mouth from shock. “You clip it on a hard clit and pressed the amount of times you want it to send shock waves through your vagina. I will add it to our cart.” “So basically it is an automatic clit massgaer?”

His free hand goes between my legs, rubbing slow, teasing circles around my clit. I can’t help the moans that escape from me as Sebastian reminds me exactly who the hell I belong to. He’s mixing pleasure with pain as he rubs my clit and leaves love bits on my neck. He moves slowly in and out of me at the same slow pace that he is rubbing my clit. It’s dangerous torture that I could get lost in. “Do you like my slow torture, Little Reaper? This is punishment for thinking you could tell me what to do.” He says as he stops his assault on my neck. His teeth nibble my ear lobe.

He left the nipple he had been sucking unto when he had shaped it so finely and he descended on the other one. I offers myself to me completely with my teeth biting my lower lip to stifled myself from crying out. Lycan has succeeded in sending into me this sweet torture and I do not want it to end. His fingers now came over to my cheek at first before sliding down to my flat tummy then brushes over my clit. I bounced up in delight at this. My legs shivering from great need and lust. I thought I would pass out from this. He repeated the action. He brushes over my clit , making me wet the more. Now I do not want to keep things to myself. I should beg him to come quickly. I can withstand the to

He smirked as he pushed the lace fabric of my panties to the side and found me drenched for him. "Ahh," I gasped out loud as how fast he found my clit and he didn't hesitate to grab my neck with his other hand and push me down so my back was against the marble countertop. "I want to taste you here," He stroke my clit so casually that I wondered if he knew the torture he was making me go through.

Her pussy clenched and fluttered, aching to be filled in tandem with her rear hole. As if reading her mind, Jack reached down to rub furiously at her clit, pushing her closer to the edge of climax with each flick of his fingers. "Come on, fucktoy," he growled. "I know you're close. Fucking cum on my cock like the desperate slut you are." Lilith moaned around Mr. Johnson's shaft, her body trembling as the coil of pleasure inside her tightened almost painfully. She could feel Jack slamming into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he exploded deep in her ass.

If she was going to torture him it was about time she had a taste of her own medicine. Clare squatted further so that her clitoris almost rubbed his nose. She felt so wet, wet enough to drip on him if he didn’t do something about it and quick. He laughed a secret laugh. His tongue poked out just a tiny, tiny fraction of a centimetre between his sharp white teeth. ‘Go on, go on,’ Clare thought to herself. The poised tongue flicked out, lightning fast to take in her clit. ‘Yes.’ Clare was very, very pleased.

Tears falling nonstop, I lowered my voice and forced out each word: "I... this little slut... pussy... pussy's itchy... wants... Master to rub... rub till..." Before I could finish the last syllable, he cut in: "Louder, slut." My breath was shaky, trembling. I sucked in air and raised my voice: "This little slut's pussy is so fucking itchy... wants... wants Master to rub it... rub it till I squirt non-stop, like a desperate bitch..." He bit down on the back of my neck, his hand covering my swollen, aching clitoris. A sensation I'd never felt before made me shudder all over—like an electric jolt of numbness, mixed with bone-deep pleasure igniting under his rough, heavy friction.

He reached under me, rubbing my clit with a rough, fast motion that sent me over the edge. I felt it coming, a massive, body-numbing climax. My muscles tensed, my toes curling as I came, my pussy milking his cock in tight, frantic pulses. Daniel let out a roar, his own release hitting me deep inside, filling me up with his heat. He didn't stop, giving a few more desperate thrusts before collapsing on top of me.