Novel & Cerita Clit Torture Hentai

“You want to cum, slut?” “Yes. Please. Please,” I pant. The vibrator touches my clit...just a slightly, and I jolt violently. “Look at her squirm,” a man says. “Fucking slut's on edge.” Then the real torture begins. The toy moves rhythmically. First up and down, then circling, side to side. It’s relentless as every nerve in my clit lights up and I cry out. “Make her cum,” someone growls. “Make her scream.” I arch my back, hips lifting off the bench, offering my cunt to the air, to them, to anyone who’ll touch me again.

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!!!

He raised his eyes with a corner smile on his face. “ Back to the beginning. "He leaned over my breasts. Hell. I couldn't keep quiet and always at the best moment he resumed for the beginning. That night would really be long. Again, we were there. He followed with his tongue towards my clitoris and I fought against my own body not to move. Of all the kinds of sensual torture that I've ever submitted to experience, that was one of the worst. How could I take place against myself? Even more so having Friederich between my legs.

“Gonna ruin this pretty pussy. Gonna fill you up until you’re dripping me for days.” My clit pulsed under my thumb. I was close already — too close. I slowed my fingers, pulled them almost all the way out, then slammed back in deep. My back arched off the mattress. “Not yet,” I panted. “You don’t get to cum until I say.” Teasing myself was my favorite kind of torture. I’d bring myself right to the brink, thighs shaking, cunt clenching desperately around nothing, then force myself to stop. Over and over. Until I was a whimpering, dripping mess begging my own fingers for mercy.

When he tried to add another, it wouldn’t fit. “How will my cock fit inside you when you’re this tight. We’re going to have to stretch you out, birichina. I can’t wait to have all the fun in the world with you.” He thrust his fingers in and out of me at high speed. I struggled not to be loud, but I was failing miserably. He enjoyed all the torture he was inflicting on me. When he pressed his palm on my clit as he gently stroked my walls, I came so hard that my whole body shook. He stroked me until I rode out my orgasm. When he pulled them out of me, he put them in his mouth and licked them clean.

Setting myself ablaze, I seal my clit with my free hand, rubbing it gently, down to the lips of my cunt and back to my clit, rubbing in a haphazard manner. A gentle groan escapes my throat as I pleasure myself with my eyes shut, savouring every moment. The strange movement in the tub sends my lids flying open to find Hector’s hand in the water and on mine, applying pressure between my thighs. He bends over, locking his lips on mine, tasting my lips, his tongue exploring the depth of my throat and his hands rubbing my clit roughly. I shift in the tub, the heat from his touch settling me in hotter flames. I remove my hands from underneath the water, letting his hand be directly on my aching cu

At this rate, if she earned a real dime for every time she said ‘clitoris’, London would have to remove another piece of clothing. The Love Bunny vibrator worked similar to the wand vibrator. The only difference was how it could ‘clamp’ her sensitive lady bits and increase the intensity for those who enjoyed post-orgasm tortures. The toy was truly hardcore, and London didn’t know who would willingly participate in a torturous forced-orgasm marathon to cum fifteen times in a row. The only part about this product’s intended use that made sense to her was the anti-slip grip for squirters.

“Take it. This is mine, too. This little bud that makes you scream. I’m going to fuck it with my cock before I fuck it with my tongue again.” He increased the pressure, ground the rigid length against my clit in a slow, brutal rhythm. The friction was almost too much, a sharp, bright torture that wound a new, impossible coil of tension in my gut. My hands clawed at the sheets. A choked sob escapes me. “Please… Dante… it’s too much…”

Noah asked. Marcus’s jaw tightened. “Facility N-17 was closed, but some subjects were transferred. Milo’s last active location is coded.” “Decode it,” Lucas said. “I am trying.” The laptop flickered. A video file appeared. Before anyone could stop him, Lucas clicked it. The screen showed a room with white walls and no windows. A young man sat on the floor, thinner than he should be, with dark blond hair falling over his eyes. He looked older than the boy in Lucas’s memory, but the way he hugged his knees was the same.

“Please, Master, clamp my nipples, my clit! Hurt me, make me scream for your cock!” He obliged mid-strike, pausing to retrieve the clover clamps from the drawer, vicious metal jaws connected by a heavy chain. He rolled her onto her back roughly, ignoring her whimpers as the welts ground into the sheets. Pinching her hardened nipples, he snapped the clamps on, the bite exquisite torture. Jenna screamed, back bowing off the bed. He tugged the chain, watching her tits bounce. “Eight! Nine!” The final strike was a brutal full-force smack across both cheeks, leaving her ass throbbing purple.