Fast Paced Romane & Geschichten

He tightened his hands and made a faster pace. It was a pleasure that I didn't expect.

Getting closer with every second. Fuck!

blood was spilt all over the floor as the room was filled with Ace's groans and grunts in extreme pain. "Will you cry this time you pussy?", the one man said callously as he threw another vicious punch on his jaw, making him spill more blood. Everything around him was spinning, his whole body went numb as he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. The pain felt like a hot, sharp knife, covered in salt, slicing through his skin and into his muscles and bones. Punch after punch and kick after kick, Ace wasn't moving anymore and it took him a moment to realize that.

Very fast Out of the apartment, down the stairs, into the car, my grip on her tightening unconsciously as if letting go is not an option, as if it never will be The drive to the hospital is nothing but a blur, my focus locked on getting there as fast as possible, every second stretching too long, every red light an inconvenience I ignore completely as my mind refuses to settle, images flashing that I do not want to fully process Fear Pain What she must have felt in that moment, I push it away and press harder on the accelerator __

It's never too late to ammend. Stepping out of the car, he rushed through the passage like a fast blowing wind, instead I must call it a destructive fast moving storm. Walking straight to the room, treading with his long steps he made quick move, at the back was me trying hard to cope with the pace. His tall legs pace was much faster to be covered my tiny legs. Following him, I tried to maintain the pace.

His pace became faster that she couldn't take, she began to scream his name loud as the pleasure became intense. He grabbed her thigh and straddled it to grant him more access as he plundered into her. It was pleasurable having her core to adjust and stretch to his hardness. He pumped and thrusted faster and harder nonstop. He was ramming into her like a wild animal. She was drained and sweating profusely due to his speed. "Ahhhh…". He placed his left leg on the bed as moaned. His pace increased and became harder. He forcefully pulled her against him to meet up to his fast pace.

I winked and he grinned. He pushed to and from quicker, but keeping to another new level of punishment, it wasn't still up to how fast I wanted him riding me. But the pace at which he agreed to. The moment Zavian began to pace in and out with such speed like lightning, my heart hammered into almost stopping. I lost track of my brain and was moaning so loud. The bangings could be clearly heard. I moaned like a crazy woman being fucked. The environs were quiet. It's night.

Once he was completely sheathed, he grabbed her by her hips and asked, "Are you ready? Because I'm not going to be gentle. I'm going to fuck the hell out of you and have you screaming in minutes." Destiny actually shivered. Was she ready for this? The answer was, "Absolutely. Do it." He didn't hesitate even a second. The moment she replied he pulled out to the tip and slammed back into her. Hard. Harder than she had ever felt. She cried out a single, "Oh," before he pulled out and slammed back into her again. He didn't even attempt to go slow. He pounded into her fast and hard. In and out, in and out. He'd pull out almost all the way and then smash back in. The fast pace had her close to a c

She arched her back, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Then the pace shifted— the slow, rhythmic build fracturing into something harder, faster, driven by a sudden, frantic hunger.

I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging deep into his skin forming pretty red marks as the pleasure started to build all over again. The sound of our skin meeting and his heavy, rhythmic breathing was the only thing I could hear and fuck it turned me on even more and I swear I was wetter than a soaked towel. But I wanted more.. "Faster," I begged, my voice came out like a shaky plea. "Darius, please... don't stop. Go faster." He obeyed and the pace changed, turning from a slow dance into a frantic, wild chase. “Mmgghhh… mmmgghhh that’s it… Ohhh Darius… Mgghh… Yesss!”