Novel & Cerita Clit Torture Hentai

The other end was chained and secured to the headboard in a way that kept painful tension. If I dared collapse fully, it would yank viciously on my clit. “Careful, princess,” Tristan explained with a cruel smirk in his voice, adjusting my position so my ass stayed up high, face pressed into the sheets. “You fall, and this pretty clit gets tortured. Stay just like this- ass up, like the filthy slut you are for me.” I cried into the mattress, the overstimulation already unbearable. My body trembled, the clamp sending constant sharp sparks through my core.

I sniffle and grip tightly to the arm of the sex couch, counting every gut-wrenching thrust. My brain is spinning in circles. My pussy isn't exempt from the torture either. It throbs and swells every time he fills up my asshole with his fat cock. And my clit, it hardens and quakes with the need to explode. “Come here.” His huge palm wraps around my throat before I can obey him. He clutches so hard like he wants to choke me, and runs in and out of my assholw like I’m some free walkway. God!!!

The moment Jace’s back hit the couch, Toussaint became a rabid beast. Ferociously attacking his lips, neck, collarbone and nipples with a fit of desperation as he stroked his cock lathered with precum. Jace whimpered, writhing in pleasure as Toussaint’s large palm easily glided up and down his length. “Oh, fuck.” Jace was a slutty, little, moaning mess as Toussaint took him to a different height of pleasure.

From the nightstand, nipple clamps proper adjustable jaws with rubber teeth. Lucy whimpered anticipation as he positioned them, the bite sinking slow, pressure building till stars burst, peaks flattening under vise. Chains linked them, dangling heavy between her cleavage. Trent tugged experimentally pain lancing sweet, her clit twitching response. "Ride me now, torture your own tits." She straddled eagerly, pussy hovering his reviving cock still semi-hard, slick with their mess. Sinking down inch by girth, the stretch renewed burning, clamps swinging with descent, yanking peaks taut.

When he brushes the tip over my clit, pleasure hits my core. “You’re such a slut, Luna,” he says, his words coming to me through a gushing noise in my ears. As if to validate the statement, I curl my fingers around the lapels of his jacket, instinctively holding on. He taps my clit two, three times with the head of his cock, a light reprimand. A sweet punishment. “But you’re my slut.” Proving the point, he tears into me. I think I may pass out, and not from a lack of air. The way it hurts is excruciating. My lips part, but no sound escapes. It’s the worst torture, being torn in two.

He drew delicate circles with his finger on my clitoris sending waves upon waves of madness running through me. "You like it." His voice was low and full of so much lust. I just nodded in response. I was unable to talk as my mouth trembled in unison with my whole body. My pussy was soaking wet and begging, pleading, demanding to be fucked senseless. As Hansel played with my clitoris, his second hand moved around me grabbing my big round ass. He squeezed and the ass melted like cake under his brutal touch. My whole body was burning for his.

"You'll cum when my cock is buried deep in this tight pussy. Not before." He curled his fingers again, rubbing that spot inside me, and his thumb found my clit. He circled it slowly, building the pressure again. I was writhing beneath him, my body trembling, right on the edge. And then he stopped again. I let out a frustrated scream, my hands fisting in the sheets. But he was relentless, keeping me right on the edge without letting me fall. His tongue would circle my clit, then he'd suck it into his mouth just as I was about to come, only to pull back and start the torture all over again. His fingers pumped inside me, slow and deep, stretching me, preparing me.

This time her screaming and begging become louder. "Please, don't touch me there," she said crying. He ignores her and started rubbing his fingers on her most delicate part. He is moving his fingers up and down on her clitoris. He tries to push his two-finger inside her. But her core is too much tight that he can't insert his one finger properly. "You are too much tight. It would be fun to fuck your tight core" Saying that he spreads her legs, completely exposing her. He places his head between her legs and started biting her inner thigh. He is such a monster that he even bites her labia. He sucked her pussy viciously. She can't tolerate this anymore. She is praying to God to stop this tortu

Being tortured by pain was one thing - being tortured by pleasure was another entirely. “Stop, stop, stop,” I whispered, unable to help myself. Almost certain that I couldn’t suffer through yet another second of this miserable torment, he came at me again. Spluttering and groaning, my clitoris so sensitive it could barely be touched without pain, he took no mercy on me, diving in for yet another round.

His gaze took on a wicked look as he lowered his head down and licked from the bottom of my slit up slowly to my clit as if he were savoring the way I tasted. I threw my head back and cried out as the fires inside me blazed out of control. He pressed on one side of my clit, forcing the engorged nub further out of its hiding spot, leaving it vulnerable to his tongue as it lapped and flicked at it. My hips jerked restlessly against his mouth until he laid one powerful arm across it. God, he tortured me over and over again, bringing me to the edge before stopping then starting again. "Oh god! Please! Tohr! Please, I need- please!" I begged him, unable to take it anymore.