Coiled Fist นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Sounds like we've got ourselves a deal. Me and Rico are on the way." "Just make sure you're not followed." "Yeah, says the fucking cop." I tap aggressively on the giant screen on the dash and hang up the call, making sure to keep it under thirty seconds for legal reasons. Felon's been my car guy for years, although I mainly used him in investigations and shit for SWAT, there's been a handful of times I've dealt with him for personal reasons. This is one of those fucking times. As he approaches halfway down the street. I push my foot against the gas pedal and speed up, intentionally ramming into the bumper on the back of his car. He immediately pulls over to the side of the road and gets out

And his hand. God, his hand. It was huge. Thick, veined, scarred from "work." And it was wrapped around a cock that looked nothing like the boys at school. It was thick, angry, purple-headed, and pumping furiously. He wasn’t just touching himself. He was wrecking himself. The sound of him fucking his fist was wet and violent in the quiet room. "Fuck... fuck..." he grunted, his hips bucking off the porcelain, driving his fist up and down. “You’re so fucking wet baby. Fuck! Don’t close your legs! Open them wider!”

Chastine was still examining the silver coil for a keyhole. “Y-yooouu mmmusst sqquueeze iit in, faassst..” It seemed that Juste knew how to unlock the specialized chain. Chastine didn’t understand Juste’s instruction clearly, but she didn’t want him to repeat it again for her. It was quite a challenging feat to know how to unlock Juste’s neck coil. The coil was designed in a crisscross manner. It was made this way so that it can expand and contract according to the size of one’s neck.

Irritated beyond words at Cooper's little stunt, Andrei wasn't surprised at the thin trail of blood dripping from one of his nostrils when he flipped him around and dragged him back to the seating area, shoving him in the armchair. Still dazed, Cooper offered very little resistance when Andrei yanked his right hand and locked the thumbscrew around his fingers. But he immediately stirred to life when Andrei slowly twisted the device and crushed his fingers, screaming at the top of his lungs as the protruding studs on the interior walls of the vice dug into his skin, splashing fine droplets of blood all over the coffee table. "Jesus Christ! Stop! Make it stop! Please, it hurts!" "It does, does

The coil almost broke at that, more tears rolling down my cheek as I whimpered, glad that the tv noise was drowning it all out. He leaned in closer again, and this time, instead of speaking, he shoved his tongue into my ear, twisting it in. The cold texture of his tongue, in my ear... Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk! Ohhhhhhh MY GOD! The coil snapped. My cunt clamped down on his fingers in a series of rapid, milking pulses. Clench. Release. Clench. Release. A hot flood of my release gushed around his fingers, and flowed into his waiting hand.