Clit Torture Stories Novelas e Histórias

The pleasure I felt was too much. He undid his shirt and slipped off his trouser, revealing his big shaft. I felt horny again at the sight of it. He positioned the tip of his shaft at the entrance of my mound, but he didn't put it in. He used it to rub my clit continuously until I almost lost my mind. “Shaun, stop this, please” He was doing it again_ Torturing me. “Don't do that" I wanted him inside me so badly and I was certain he wanted me to.

I nearly scream out my lungs but it only comes out as a muffled gasp through the thong. My core clenches around his fingers and he reaches around to rub my clit furiously as I writhe and twist against him. Then, “Mason! I’m coming. Mason, please…Ungh..slow down…” He doesn’t listen. Neither does he slow down. I dig my fingers into his arms and collapse against him as my climax explodes within me so hard, I see stars. Mason continues to torture and stroke my clit, not giving me the chance to recover. “Mason, please. I’m sensitive. Please…”

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.

I didn't think it was possible, I was covered in sweat, could barely keep breathing but he was meticulous and determined about it as he closed his lips around my overstimulated clît and started to sûck on it, teased it with his tongue while he slipped his middle finger inside me. And then he twisted his finger, bent it inside me in such a way I shrieked. All my muscles clamped around his finger but he didn't stop his assault even as he kept torturing my clît with his tongue. I didn't know what part of me he touched but white stars burst into my vision as one again I came apart on a scream.

His pace increased as I gripped on both sides of the bedsheets, my lips pressed in. "Nicole you moaned. I didn't allow you to moan did I?"he huskily asked. His pace on my clit was setting me ablaze. What sort of torture was this? He laid down on the bed whilst he had me sit on his cock and rubbed on my clit. I moaned out louder than the first, unable to stifle it. "Oh fuck...raph..."I cried out. "Do you want me to fuck you baby?"he sensually asked, not slowing down on my clit.

Only the sound of my cries and our skins slapping against each other filled the room. I feel one of his hands make its way underneath my body, finding my clit right above where he was roughly fucking me, his fingers rubbing against it strikingly. I don't want it, not when it comes to the way he's treating me. I don't care if his fingers make all this much more bearable, less painful, I don't care!

He walked to a table and took a tablet. He placed in in front of me and played a video I was in it Unconscious Then he stripped me and used me to satisfy his lust. I couldn't believe it How could he? My tears covered my whole face as I cried I was weak I couldn't do anything I felt really unfortunate Clint: that video is the first time. They are about ten more from where it came from. And I'm glad you're awake It's not gonna be one-sided anymore He smirked and stood up

He felt so disgusted that he wanted to vomit. Kira was startled by his reaction and froze for a moment. Her face turned red, and she could not stand his repulsed gaze. She wanted to speak in embarrassment, but Clayton did not give her a chance. His eyes were cold and ruthless as he said harsh words. “If you don’t leave in half an hour, I’ll get someone to break your other leg too!” Kira trembled violently. She had never suffered such an insult. This was harder for her to accept than the time she was raped by two homeless men on the streets abroad.

"Remember this, old brother, after I kill you, I'll make your family suffer. I'm not going to kill them, but I'm going to torture them first. I'll torture them and make them scream just like how you do right at this moment, I'll bathe them with boiling water, or acid. Anything that could torture them. And then, I'll let the mother live and make her self destruct. And that blondie of yours, what's her name? Dolora? I'll make her mine, I'll take her over and over again. I'll fill her womb with my juice and make her drink it. I'll f*ck her over and over again, just like how I did the first time I did it to her. Such soft skin, such milky smooth skin. So warm inside--" Collin yelled in pain and

>>To be continued>> Narrated by Anthony Kerc**THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: THIRTY-THREE** We talked over the phone with my husband for about 5 minutes until he told me he was feeling sleepy. That night I was feeling hornier than ever after being romanced by Felix and missing to get a fuck. I began fantasizing about some of my best sexual encounters with Ken until I found myself softly touching my clitoris. I began to massage my own clitoris, taking time to smear it with my vaginal fluids until its tip was all wet making me feel so hot all over the body as I caressed it slowly as I moaned silently there from the sexual torture I was giving myself.