Penguin Slap Gif Novels & Stories

’ Vincent tilted his head. Swiftly, the woman dashed towards him. Vincent stood up from his seat, and he was about to say that he isn’t Peter. But as soon as he stood up, a slap landed on his face. Pak! The slap is loud, hard and whole-hearted, as if the woman put all of her strength in that hit. His cheek turned hot and in instant, it went red over his tanned skin. Dumbfounded, Vincent’s trembling hand cupped his cheek. His cold eyes looked at the woman who’s glaring back at him.

he bellowed, his voice thunderous. Paige wasted no time in pointing an accusatory finger at me, her expression twisted with malice. "She attacked me, Dad," she cried, her voice trembling with false indignation. "She's lost her mind." His gaze fell on me, his eyes burning with righteous anger. Without a word, he stepped forward, his hand rising in a swift, punishing arc. The force of his slap sent a shockwave of pain coursing through my body, the sting of his palm against my cheek leaving a fiery imprint in its wake.

Slap!! A sharp crack echoed through the stairwell. Ethan’s head snapped to the side, the force of the slap making him stumble. His fingers grazed his burning cheek, disbelief flashing in his eyes. His lips parted. “Uncle—” Kendrick took another step forward, lifting his hand again. Ethan flinched. Zara exhaled shakily, the tight grip on her throat now just a ghost of pain. She pressed a hand against the wall for balance, her breath uneven.

I need to shut my mouth seriously, I made it clear that I'm not scared but now from the looks of their faces, it seems like I'm provoking them. I press my lips stopping me from saying another word when the bald guy gets up from his seat and slaps me on my right cheek, My head sways right with the violent friction of his hard palm leaving prints on my face, I jerk his hands away with my face and shoot daggers from my eyes, Literally, if someone would've slapped me this hard, I would be crying from the excruciating pain but right now all I can think about is ripping his hands apart for touching me.

I scream, back arching off the seat. He doesn’t wait—just starts pounding, wet slaps echoing through the shuttle. Another cock slaps my cheek. I turn blindly and swallow it to the root, gagging, drooling, moaning around the intrusion.

A glacial, final, clarifying cold. She looked at his hand on her arm. She looked at his face, pleading and false. She felt the ruby earring, still clutched, sharp and painful, in her other hand. She lifted her hand. The one that wasn't holding the earring. And she slapped him. It was not a hysterical, flailing slap. It was a swing of pure, cold, calculated ice. Her palm, made strong from a lifetime of riding and tennis and being a Vale, connected with his face with a sound that was as sharp and final as a gunshot.

And I was damn sure he'd done this before. "Pete, please." "Just shut up, and suck me," I said, grabbing his hair. My length reentered and he gagged. Yet I played on. Slowly, the waves crawled at me and I was chasing release like it was mine to own. Sim slapped my thigh repeatedly but I rode on. And when it hit, I jerked - stayed still for a while then slammed the last of my load into his mouth. "Swallow it," I kissed his head. I watched as his throat gurgled my fluid, and I slapped his face lightly when it was done.

I yelped. The slap stung, but it made me clench down on the plug, heightening the pleasure. He brought his hand back again and slapped my other cheek, repeating this several times, causing me to yelp with each strike until each of my cheeks had a nice sting to them. I was moaning deeply now and grinding my hips to try to stimulate my dick, but unsuccessfully. “You are such a naughty pet, but we can't ignore how good you have been.”

She spits in his face and then he responds by slapping her. He slapped her! He backhanded her, the force of the blow making her head whip to the side! I clench my fists harder, watching this pathetic display of barbarism. If I could reach through this screen and tear these animals apart limb by limb, I would do it in a heartbeat.

“You bastard! How dare you slap me?!” The second elder was furious; he swallowed a pill with a foul stench, and an intense aura burst out of him. He charged forward again soon after. Slap! Harvey remained calm, and threw his palm forward again. The second elder was slapped on the other side of his face. He was sent flying once again; after getting thrown across the ground for about thirty feet, he finally stopped. Everyone was flabbergasted to see it. ‘How is this possible?! ‘The second elder was sent flying?!’