Novel & Cerita Nipple Torture Gif

Rolling the nub of one nipple between his teeth, he licks at it with his warm moist tongue while his hand works the other breast, causing my nipple to harden sensitively. At the same time, Kol is at the apex of my thighs, a slick finger pumping inside me with unexplainable quickness, causing my lips to quiver in anticipation, while his tongue laps me up, putting pressure on my clit to the point I'm almost about to burst before easing up to prolong the torture. I am seriously being worked up by these two men. "Will someone please make me cum! Stop teasing me! I'm dying here!" I whimper, squeezing my eyelids shut.

It was strange that I couldn't tell her size, but the sheer fullness in my hands was undeniable. Despite the momentary confusion, I continued to fondle her, my fingers rolling her nipples between them. She let out a soft mewl, pressing her breasts further into my touch, clearly loving every bit of the attention her nipples were getting. It made me wonder, with a mischievous grin, how she'd react if I really tortured them with a clamp. My mind instantly conjured a sinful image: her tied up in my bed, a ballgag shoved in her mouth, those clamps fixed to her nipples, jiggling and making the sweetest sound with every breath she took.

Her nipples were so hard and sensitive, she didn't think she could take more of his torture. “P-please,” She begged softly, she didn't know exactly what she was begging for but she didn't care at that moment. Just as she opened her mouth to beg him to stop torturing her, he placed the vibrator on her nipple making her mewl in pleasure. All the blood rushed to her nipples, her knees trembled and she was shocked that she almost came just from the sexual stimulation. He trailed the vibrator between the valley of her breast, making her almost groan in disagreement. Her cuffed hands shook as he slid it down to her abdomen, dangerously close to her wet soaking core.

" I get up and go back, take the needle and penetrate the back of her neck. She squirms and I kneel down, shoving another one up her anus. “She's crying like an idiot. Christopher teases, chuckling lightly. Tired of the needles, I grab a knife, standing in front of her. "Do you want to talk now?" She looks at me pleadingly and I shake my head. '' I don't think so. I pull the nipple out with the needle and run the knife across the nipple, ripping it off. She squirms. “I think I'll take the tape off your mouth, I want to hear your screams in pain. I pull the tape from her mouth tightly.

He licks his lips, ''Mmm let's see what delicious things you are hiding from us. He takes out his hand and a very long sharp nail comes out of his finger. In one swift motion, he rips apart my shirt. My breasts fall out and bounce on my chest. The first thing I feel is something hard poking in my back from the guy holding me. He doesn't say a thing but one of his nasty hands starts touching my breast. The big guy in front of me looks at me with lusting eyes and puts his mouth on my other breast. He starts licking me from my breast to my neck.

I don’t know if it was because he had never seen boobs before, or if it was because of the size. He gave me a smirk. Evil smirk. I knew he was planning to torture me. His lips covered the first nipple and I sucked in some air sharply. My breathing quickened. I couldn’t keep still. My shin was rubbing on his arms and my hands were back in his hair. When he bit my nipple I released another gasp but that was not what he wanted, because he used his other hand to reach for my second nipple. He bit my first nipple and pinched the second one both at the same time. I screamed this time while my back arched. He smiled with his mouth still covering my nipple. He sucked the pain out and I wiggled again

He said leaving the stage and coming toward the table. Soon, two more people come to bed and removed the last transparent cloth from her body. They used something metal on and stick it to her nipples. She cried out it must be painful. “It's called Nipples clamps” He whispered before sitting beside me. “They are hurting her,” I said, not looking at him. “It's called playing baby, They play with some toy. She will also get pleasure with all this pain” I felt his hand on my thighs and I removed it.

licking away my tears. He ripped of my shirt and bra, leaving my upper body bared to him.. my arms were pinned above my head as his fingers grazed my nipples "such nice tits" I cried when he squeezed and slapped them hard , he didn't stop until they were sore and red with his palm imprints He sucked harshly on one nipple, his fingers twisting the other painfully.. It hurts so badly but there was no mercy in his gaze. He looked like he was satisfied by my pain

He gently held her boobs in his hands, soft groans escaping his lips. There he goes again! Messing with her head with his mixed signals. She couldn't help but get shy, her heart still thumping in her chest. Her eyes darted to the drawer where he keeps the torture tools, a flash of the last time making her jerk. “So fucking perfect.” He groaned in a low tone, massaging her mounds carefully, concentrating on each one. As his thumb and index finger pinched the right nipple, his lips engulfed the other, pressing down on it. He released her nipple with a loud smack, letting it bounce out if his mouth.

Every stroke built the fire higher without offering relief. I was shaking with need. Suddenly, a piece of ice appeared between his fingers — conjured from thin air, glistening and cold. My eyes widened. “Relax,” he whispered, pressing the ice to my left nipple. The shock of cold against my overheated skin made me cry out. He circled it slowly, watching the peak tighten even more, then soothed it with his hot tongue. He repeated the torment on the other nipple until both were swollen, glistening, and hypersensitive.