روايات وقصص ضمن Clit Torture Stories

She spreads out, moaning at the feel of his cock slipping inside of her. Her pussy wraps around his cap, throbbing and begging for him to push in an extra inch. Instead, he slips out, running his cock up her clit again. “Please…” She sniffles, her throat bulges as she swallows hard. Clyde repeats the series of torture, pushing in just the cap, enjoying how her pussy lips kiss around him, when he attempts to slip out, she thrusts forward like a horny whore, grabs his hips, and slams it into her.

Nipple torture peaked clamps snatched from drawer, biting peaks viciously, chains yanked with each slam. Second climax built savage, clamps tugging her tits taut, pussy frothing creamy. Trent unloaded then hot ropes flooding her depths, swelling her belly slight, overflowing despite clenches. She came again screaming, body convulsing, clamps ripped free post-peak to oversensitive throbs. He collapsed atop, cock plugging cum, her tortured tits crushed tender against him. *First time... worth every gag, every hurt,* Lucy thought dimly, afterglow humming, already plotting repeats.

"This tight cunt is mine now. You're mine now, Liliana." ‎"Yes... fuck! I'm your slut, Joel! Eat me raw! This pussy is yours now," I cried, grabbing his hair and shoving his face back into my pussy. ‎He started sucking my clit hard again, like a mini cock, his tongue flicking the tip relentlessly. I was a big mess, grinding my pussy on his face, smearing my wetness everywhere. "Oh fuck... Joel... please don't stop, you're about to make my cunt explode. " I cried out, my toes curling.

“You have a lot more than ten internal organs between you. I’ll have to double up. You better fucking pray I get bored and do it quickly instead of slowly.” “He’s fine!” Clayton cried, pressing himself back against the couch. A damp patch appeared on the front of his gym shorts. “He’s right here, he’s alive, nothing happened to him, please don’t—” “You have no fucking clue what happened to me!” My shout startled even me, and I jumped up from the chair, fists clenched, wishing I had my own claws to tear them to shreds. Images flowed through my mind like a waterfall, the lab where they’d tortured me, my cell, the endless tears I’d cried as I begged for someone to come and rescue me. “You deser

[BIG BUTT PLUG: A LESBIAN BDSM STORY - 3] This story deals with themes of hardcore BDSM and humiliation. Skip this story if you can't handle the heat. I gave the leash a sharp tug, my voice firm and commanding. "Go." Tory whimpered, her eyes wide as she scrambled on her hands and knees across the kitchen floor. I watched the sway of her hips, the wag of her tail plug with each crawl forward. She reached the table and paused, panting slightly.

I’m still fighting for air, the restless movement knocks down anything I touch. “FUCK!!!” I’m yet to recover from the blunt jab to my engorged clit. He sticks out his cock and whips my clit in a series of hot lashes. It feels like punishment for all my crimes. My body vibrates beneath him, clit swells so hard that any more torture would burst it like a deflated balloon. Still, he doesn’t stop lashing me. “Wanna be naughty, huh?” He scoffs and pokes the entrance of my pussy. The tip of his cock sinks into my wetness like he’s cleaning a house full of cobwebs.

I had no problem showing him he was torturing me. His words came back to me then. The words he’d used earlier in the night. “Ruin me, baby,” I pleaded. He latched his mouth onto me, roughly batting at my clitoris with his tongue. My arms jerked, and the headboard rattled loudly. His fingers fucked my hole as he sucked harshly on my clit. My moans were constant please for release. “I’m so close. I just want to come,” I begged. “I’ll be good. So good. So very good. I promise you.”

Not until he got every answer he needed. The torture room was dimly lit, the stone walls cold and unforgiving. Chains and instruments of torment lined the room, a grim reminder of the clan’s brutal methods. Lucifer shoved the man down onto a chair, his expression a mixture of fury and determination. Two clan members swiftly moved forward, tying the man’s hands and feet tightly to the chair, ensuring he had no chance of escape.

Klara withered in pain as Ralph continued his torture by pushing into her all the way in and then taking out when she’s beginning to feel the pleasure. In addition to that his hands were everywhere from her breasts to her thighs and to her swollen sweet spot stroking it slowly. His lips traced every inch of her skin pushing her to the deep ends. Death would be easier than his torture. Lack of orgasm for an hour and his foreplay stimulated her to the point where she’s on the verge of losing her consciousness.

“You are so wet.” He leaned across her, his nose running gently over her labia, his tongue tasting and tickling the nub of her swollen clitoris. Sandra moaned as he pulled the handle out, slowly pushing it back in, his tongue licking and teasing, his teeth nipping and biting until she could stand no more and cried out her release. Her orgasm was deep, and she struggled against her restraints, finding herself tethered so tightly she was unable to do more than relent to the torture and allow it to flow through her, her teeth biting hard on the chain in her mouth.