Loco Punch Say Yes Novels & Stories

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“I'll let you go if you talk to me nicely. No punches and no harsh words.” “NO! I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU, YOU PERVERT!” Cylo struggled again to break free from Jeff's grip. “Fine, if that's the case, I'll rape you right now.” Jeff began rubbing his crotch against Cylo's body. Cylo immediately panicked and shivered. “YES! YES! I'LL TALK TO YOU! I'LL TALK TO YOU!” Jeff immediately stopped his crazy actions. He smiled happily because this hitman was beginning to submit to him. “Promise no punches and no harsh words?”

“However you think a punch looks.” I threw my fist forward like I’d seen warriors do. Lucien stared at me. Then he rubbed his face. Then he said, “Okay. We’re starting from zero.” I groaned. “I knew it was bad.” “It was creative,” he said kindly. “Don’t lie.” “I’m not.” His smile deepened. “It was the most adorable punch I’ve ever seen.” I covered my face with my hands. “Stop” He laughed softly. “Come here.”

The punch was so strong that it dented the iron helmet and flung it away from his head. “You what?....you think I’m just gonna wait for you?..…UUAARRGGHH!!!…....”. (Lucas) “MOY HEAND!!!!!..AAAARRRRHHHH!!…”. (Mog’Ull)

“I’m here to visit Coco.” “She doesn’t need you here. Coco needs to rest now. Please leave!” Minnie tried to push Loke away, but she wasn’t strong enough. “Coco, I didn’t know that they were beating you up for real. I had no idea that you were in pain!” Loke said guiltily. "You don't have to apologize to me," Coco responded coldly. “You’re not responsible for my safety from the beginning” "But I—"

Lennox looked up. "That a compliment?" "No," Sloane replied. "It's data." He snorted but didn't argue. "Another round?" he asked. Sloane nodded. "One more. But this time, know why every punch comes." Lennox stood slowly, pulled his shoulders back, chest rising. "Okay. I'll try not just to hit... but to say something with it." Sloane didn't respond immediately. She just watched. Then finally spoke, softly: "Then maybe someday... someone will hear it."

Then, the voice spoke again, more menacing, more insidious. “Punch yourselves until I arrive.” My fist moved before I could stop it, slamming into my own jaw with enough force to send a sharp jolt of pain radiating through my skull. Beside me, Lucio was doing the same, his expression a mix of pain and disbelief. I tried to stop, but I couldn’t. My fists moved as if they were no longer my own, each strike deliberate and punishing. Blood dripped from my split lip, mixing with the crimson already flowing from my nose.

I could feel it throbbing, with giant veins running from the base to the flushed tip, as I slid my hand up the firm, bulbous head and then down again to the thick, veiny base. “That’s a good girl. Now, are you ready to choke on my cock?” Logam asked, running his hand through my hair and since I had no idea what he meant, I remained silent, simply looking at him, unsure of what to do. I didn’t want to mess this up, so I preferred that he lead me to do whatever he wanted.

With an exaggerated eye roll, I tell him, “I am going to do the same for you, get your revenge I mean, and then after all of that, I need you to say yes.” “Say yes to what?” “Whatever the question might be, say yes.” “No.”

- shouts to the guys left in the bedroom. “Damn pudding…” Lou groans. “I hope you get arrested along with him… I almost came!” - Go here! Keith demands. "I'll caress you here... and you'll see if the pudding is ready." I need a British opinion. "Damn the fucking pudding!" Come back! "Tommy, then you!" “What an infection…” they sigh in unison, getting out of bed.