Facial Abuse Women Crave This の小説・ストーリー

“Oh no, I’m going to fuck you. Fuck your wet pussy till you scream out my name and begged me to fuck you harder without stopping. Kim, what will be getting fucked is every fucking hole in your body.” My sadistic side getting the better of me, I squeezed one of her tits with a hard grip, making Kim cry out in pain. From there, I began smacking them, each time making her yelp as I whipped the mountains of soft flesh. The sound of flesh on flesh and her cries, the sensation of her beautiful breasts against my palm and fingers, and the sight of the forming welts turned me on beyond words. It was like they were stress balls, begging for abuse.

May be because he is a man. The beautiful face of the woman who seems to be in her late 20s had my finger in prints. She looked too pitiful Pitiful that if you are man, you cant resist such a beautiful face.She touched her face and then said you dare to slap me. Who do you think you are too raise your fingers on me. She argued. It doesnt matter who l am. I dont need to explain my self to you. What were you thinking to seduce my man. You desrved those slaps since your mom didnt tell you to stay far a way from other peoples' men

Her lips were already patched from thirst and her body bore the signature of one who has been abused physically and sexually. “Tsuk tusk…you hurt my feeling pretty, I thought we’d gotten along well” the figure smiled, evidently enjoying the fear he beheld on the woman’s face, he could hear her heartbeat erratically from fear of him. He approached her and gently caressed her hair, “didn’t you miss me Cee, I came because I missed you, so…much. Stop shaking,” he ordered her frowning, “I don’t bite. I said stop shaking”, he shouted as he angrily slapped her across her face.

I smile looking at the window and get up from the bed, caressing my belly gently. "I don't know what will happen today. But baby... I know either your mommy will die with you or live with you", I kiss on my palm and place it on my belly. Getting up from the bed, I take a quick shower and come out. It's six yet. I come in front of the mirror and look at myself. There are marks of fingers on my both cheeks and the left side of my lip is swollen. So, this is how an abused girl looks when she finally has marks on her face because she can't reveal her womanhood to the world to show the torcher that her husband did to her. I smile sarcastically.

It struck me as surreal — the placing together of luxury and captivity. As they busied themselves with their tasks, the malicious woman approached me with a wicked smile. "You'll need to look your best for your potential buyers. A pretty face fetches a higher price, you know." Her callous words sliced through me, intensifying my desire to resist. I refused to be dehumanized, reduced to a mere object for someone else's amusement. But my defiance was met with a swift and brutal response. The beautiful woman struck me across the face for the second time, the force of the blow sending me stumbling backward. Pain radiated through my cheek, and I tasted the metallic tang of blood in my mouth.

I get the sense she was as needy as I was while watching the movie. I bring my hand down in a forceful yet erotic slap, instantly tinging her skin pink with the impact. Eva moans, arching her back in an invitation for more pain. In the past, women only allowed me to inflict pain on them because I was rich and successful. Half of them never enjoyed it at all, and none of them craved it how Eva does.

What she craved. The brutal use. The lack of care. Being treated like nothing but a mouth to fuck. The member's pace was relentless.....his cock driving deep, pulling back, slamming forward again. Maya's jaw ached. Her throat burned. Drool ran down her chin, dripping onto her breasts. And her pussy was soaking wet. She reached down with one hand and found her clit, rubbing in circles while the stranger destroyed her throat. The combination....being brutally face-fucked while touching herself....pushed Maya toward orgasm embarrassingly quickly.

she gasped, her eyes glazed with lust, "but fuck me first." "Mother Felicia, you're as insatiable as ever," he chuckled, a dark, thrilling sound. Then his demeanor shifted. He grabbed her face with both hands, his fingers tangling in her wimple, and began to fuck her mouth hard and fast. Her gags were loud, rhythmic, and each time he drove deep into her throat, her body convulsed. I watched, mesmerized and horrified, as the most powerful woman in my world was used so publicly, so brutally.

“ Yes, as impossible as it seems, you seem attracted to this woman and it isn't because you want her body. Wasn't she the one who slapped you thrice before giving you a blow job? Wasn't she the girl who made you crave her hatred?” “ Yes, she was.” “ Now do you feel the same? Do you still want her to hate you as she did before? Do you still want her to fear you just like others did?” “ She never once feared me until this incident.” I couldn't answer his other questions because I knew the truth. It was laid before me, clear as day. I tried so hard to lie to myself that I wanted her to hate me, that I wanted her to despise me but for some reason— right now, I couldn't find myself loving her hat

It would be so easy to give in to the craving, to the desire to be relentless fucked by her own creations. The cocks sinking into her over and over again pushed her towards the edge of her will. The roaming bony hands pawed needily at her body, sliding along her thighs, teasing her breasts, holding her throat. Alicia's anger had been sapped away and all that remained was her holding onto the shame she felt. But did that even matter? No one would know the dark craving she had. It wasn't as if the husks were going to tell anyone.