Novel & Cerita Facial Abuse Women Crave This

She let out a sob instead of a moan when I blew hot air onto her breast. Why is she acting out so dramatically? Looking at her face, I tried to read her expression. She had closed her eyes and was still lying there like a corpse. Instead of joy, I observed a hint of pain on her face. How is this possible? Women never darted their gaze away from my great muscular form, but this woman was lying as if she didn't even want to look at me. I tied her hand so that she would plead with me to release her hand so that she could touch my perfect abs but she didn't plead with me as I expected; instead, she wanted to let her go. Should I let her go?

Her body is already so battered that the slightest touch is excruciating. "They're all like this. At first, they complain, but then they like it rough," the man's laughter sends shivers down the young woman's spine. She mentally begs her mother to help her escape this torture. "They ask you to put it in every hole. They become real sluts when they have a virile member inside."

m. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my abdomen, making me tense up, my limbs freezing in place. I gritted my teeth as another wave of intense heat surged through me, almost too much to bear. When a heat starts, it feels like your brain is fried, and your skin is engulfed in an overwhelming fire. Your insides cramp up, desperate for release—not through fingers or toys, but from a mate. Only a mate can truly satisfy that craving. In those moments, a woman’s mind clouds over, her body yearning for touch... the longing is so intense that it does not matter who she is with. Any man who crossed her path would find both of them eagerly undressing each other.

“Sticking your finger into a steaming cup of liquid tells me all I need to know. You didn’t make a sound. Last night, you didn’t respond to my bites. I turned you on, but I didn’t cause you pain.” “I like a lot of pain.” He stared at her, seeing the denial within her depths and the lies spilling from her mouth. “I don’t know what you like to feel. If you can’t feel pain, then in certain cases, the person starts to feel like they need pain. You’re not craving pain, MAYA. You’re hunting for it because the idea of not feeling it scares you.” She stared at him with tears in her eyes. He released her face and reached down to haul her up into his lap.

Chris said, as she sucked him during one such pause, head bobbing between his thighs while the group casually discussed who went next, whose turn it was to fill her again. As the night deepened, the rotations continued—positions shifting, bodies slick with sweat and fluids, the room growing warmer. Jade’s voice grew raspier, her movements more instinctive, her body responding even as her mind reeled from the intensity. Multiple rounds passed in a blur of hands, mouths, and relentless penetration. Her pussy and ass ached with overuse, yet still clenched greedily with every new intrusion. Facials began to appear—Chris pulling out at the last second to paint her face, thick ropes landing across

She smiles and whispers, “I just love your p***s.” Then she puts him in her mouth. Unlike me, she takes all of him. Her head bobs up and down while she stares up at him and while she is touching herself. I didn’t dare to watch more. I take a step back. I am feeling faint and I know I am pale. It is painful watching it at first, but it starts to dull my emotions. My mate is having a hard-on by using physical pain on other women. And he calls it punishment, even when the women subjected to it, are gaining pleasure from it.

I bring my fist down on the table, causing soup to spill from my bowl, and shout, "Sit the fuck down!" She jumps, a squeak of fear erupting from her throat. She quickly pours herself a bowl of soup and sits, her legs collapsing beneath her so her ass hits the wooden seat with teeth-jarring force. I smile in dark amusement. This disheveled woman with rings of exhaustion beneath her eyes, no makeup, no jewellery, simple clothing and hair in wild disarray is a side of my wife I've never seen. I wish she was ugly, but I find her just as attractive as ever. Perhaps more so. This Luna is vulnerable, approachable. She looks like she's been freshly fucked. She looks like she's begging to be fucked a

she asked tightening her butt cheeks. “Yes, she liked it a lot, but she was really into pain. She liked a lot of acts I would never perform on a woman.” “Like what?” “She liked hot wax, electrical shock, choking, ropes, fisting and heavy beating. She wasn’t happy unless her arse was so sore she couldn’t walk. She really liked genital clamps and she loved having her nipple piercings tied and pulled on. She liked to be shagged, hard. The rougher it was the more she liked it.”

It’s on the inside, though. She blinks. Her nose scrunches up and I see her anger take over. “You can’t or won’t?” This is such a cruel world for the innocent. “I don’t make love. I pay for women and I hurt them. I don’t do gentle.” She looks away and licks her lips. My dick goes from rock to pure steel. “How much pain?” she asks after licking my taste away.

“Women here… we’re nothing but sex toys and breeding machines. That’s all we are to them. Raped. Used. Re-used.” Aria sat frozen, her throat closed. Her brain screamed for this to be a nightmare as flashbacks of her own grooming came back to her. I thought Vince was the son of the devil… but whosoever owns this group is the devil himself, she thought. The woman looked away and continued. “Many of us end it when we can’t take the pain anymore,” she said. “Some bite through their veins. Others find a way to hang themselves from the sink pipes. That’s the only freedom we’re allowed here.”