Novel & Cerita Knocked Out Jerked Off

It hurt again, almost as bad as the first time. "When I got over there I knew it was you immediately and they were punching and kicking you. I knew I couldn't take on all three by myself so I hit one with a garbage can. I made sure to knock him out. Before I did that..." Mr. Cracker finally looked straight at her. "One of them had your p-panties off, and he was struggling to get his pants down...and he was between your legs." Juicy pulled her lower lip into her mouth and turned her back to Mr. Cracker. Her head was lowered, eyes squeezed tightly closed.

His hips jerked forward slightly. "Keep going. Faster now. Milk that cock." I picked up the pace, rolling my hands up and down, twisting at the head on every upstroke the way I’d vaguely seen in videos. His cock throbbed in my grip, leaking more pre-cum that smeared over my fingers. Every grunt and curse that fell from his lips made my pussy throb harder. I was soaked. My silk panties were ruined, my clit pulsing with every heartbeat. God, I’m on my knees in a nasty club bathroom jerking off a complete stranger like some cheap little slut. The thought should’ve shamed me. Instead it made me wetter.

I startle awake when someone slaps me across the face. My eyes are open, but nothing around me is registering. A bedroom. Not my bedroom, and not a hotel room. I get another smack, making me turn to look at my assailant. A toothless baby stares back at me, smiling and drooling. Last night comes back to me. We didn't have sex once. We didn't have it twice. No, we woke up two more times and ended up having sex three times. And it was all fucking fantastic. Even when we were half asleep.

Oh my God, I'm going to die soon. "Never fight again before you regret ever breathing the air on this earth!" With a single beat, this unlucky jerk enters my body and violently rapes me, my mouth closed, making me unable to fight back, only tears and destruction that gnaw away at every moment. I know, this is just the start torture, there is still a lot of hell I will endure, and I have to be prepared for all that demonic abuse and treatment! 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰

He kept alternating holes as Kiki squealed and screamed her way through one orgasm after another. "Fuck her man, she's gone cross-eyed!!" one of the guys watching the show yelled. "Here it cums bitch, watch this!" he hollered as he pulled out and laid his horsecock in her ass crack and started jerking off. Kiki looked over her shoulder just in time to catch his first shot in her right eye.

Never heard of them. His lips curved into that lazy, maddening smirk. “You’ve never seen a hot guy in boxers before?” “I—What?—That’s not—” I stammered, mentally screaming at myself. Look away. But my eyes refused to cooperate. “Relax,” he said, walking past me like I wasn’t even there. “I live here. If anything, you’re the intruder.” “I knocked!” I snapped, finally regaining some brain function. “Well, I said your name. Which counts.And you called me here in the first place”

My heart jumped straight into my throat, my knuckles turning white against the edge of the bar. "Don't worry," Knox said calmly, pouring a row of tequila shots without even looking down. "He likes the pain. Makes him feel alive." Alec didn't even flinch. He used the bounce of the mesh to drive his knee straight into the guy's sternum. The giant let out a choked gasp, his grip slipping. Before he could recover, Alec grabbed the back of the guy's neck and brought his forehead down in a sickening, brutal headbutt. The crowd went completely wild, pounding their fists against the canvas mats and screaming for blood.

*Shit,* Kent yells, and I quickly roll off of the female. “No! I knocked you up!. Not… No… uhm, OUT! I knocked you out,” I say, in defiance. But it’s too late.

Jericho only stopped smacking my mound when he was satisfied, not because of how hard I begged him to stop. The room was so cold, but there I was, sweating at the same time quivering. I just wanted the torture to end. Jericho probably saw I couldn’t take anymore, so he whipped out his shaft which was hard all the way. The tip was soaked in precum as it pulsated, ready to be buried inside my cunt. Effortlessly, he jacked my legs to meet with his waist and I could hear the chain make noises as my legs were pulled.

he asked conversationally, as if they were discussing the weather. Jerica said nothing. She kept her chin up even though she was trembling. Her heart pounded a defiant rhythm in her chest. He twirled the mallet, watched her for a long moment, then brought it down on her hand. CRACK. Two of her fingers shattered. Jerica swallowed her scream, the sound raw and guttural. But still, she didn’t speak and she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.