Novel & Cerita Pounded In The Butt By My Own Butt

With each powerful strike, I visualized Lucian's dismissive attitude shattering into oblivion. As I hammered the punching bag, my muscles screamed in protest, and beads of sweat trickled down my brow. Yet, instead of weakening my resolve, these physical signs only motivated me further. With each punch I channelled my frustration into fuel for improvement. I refused to allow my past shortcomings to define me.

"I want to squeeze your bare butts." He laughed at me and I pouted at him in anger. "Why are you laughing at me?" I asked, frowning. "Because I wasn't expecting this." He responded. "Could I do this?" I asked again. He didn't answer me, he just clasped my hands and placed them over his butts. He closed his eyes and groaned as I squeezed his round and perfect shape butts, smiling excitedly. I kept doing this and he kept groaning. I'm loving it.

Music thudded faintly from overhead speakers, but his rhythm drowned it out. Thud, thud, thud. Each punch landed with a smack that made heads turn. His knuckles, wrapped tight in tape, blurred as he battered the bag. Shoulders heaved, lungs burned, but he kept his stance sharp; jab, cross, hook, reset. The veins in his forearms bulged with effort.

The cuffs on her hands clings. It makes me go crazy every time I pound into her. The motion that goes up and down against the sheets. Her hair moving in pace. Every breath she hitches. I thought of something creative. She inhales deep and I— pound pound pound Inserting my whole length and she cries. I slapped her pinkish fucking ass. “Bunny,” slap. “Grind on me like a fucking whore, baby.”

I cuss sharply and my eyes widened in shock when I felt a stinging and immense pain in my butt, he just fucking whips me with something I don't know. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I swear over and over again in hopes that the pain will subside but who the fuck I am convincing? "Fucking stop! It's hurting me, Jeremy." I complained and tried my best to make it sound tough. I can't help but cry in silence because I can't endure the pain anymore, I can tell that my butt is now leaking blood and has already lots of bruises.

That muscle pig is literally beating that poor boy and here I'm shamelessly drooling over him, Feeling bad for the other guy , I decided to call for someone, maybe a professor? I tried to pass through the crowd but in all that push and shove , someone pushed me hard and I landed on my face pretty bad, I was literally thrown… that too in the middle of the beating session, "Ouch!!" I screamed in pain as I felt my hands on the ruff ground and the skin on my knee literally peel off, A silent form at the moment as I got everyone's attention on me now, I could hear the gasp and faint murmuring of people around me. What is wrong with these people? Can't they just help me up? I'm literally dying fro

"What are you, fucking stupid?" Suddenly, a sharp fizzle of pain radiated from my buttcheek, accompanied by a loud smack. An undignified squeak left my lips. Did… did he just… Mortification blazed my face. "Did…" I couldn't even finish my sentence. "And I'll do it again if you don't shut up." My fists clenched. "Go fuck yourself!" He barked a laugh. Oh. He thought that was funny?

“Your ass is so red and pretty right now. Looks like a fucking tomato.” I was panting hard, half laughing, half pissed, and completely out of breath. Sweat was dripping down my back, my thighs were shaking, and my whole butt felt like someone had lit it on fire. “Yeah, well,” I snapped back, twisting my head to glare at him over my shoulder, “your hand’s gonna hurt like hell tomorrow, asshole. My ass feels like I sat on a goddamn stove. You happy now?”

It throbbed and I could feel it started to swell, my ears hurt from the sheer blow of his overly fat hand. "Has anyone ever told you that you slapped like a girl?" I licked the blood as I felt it trickling at the corner of my lips. I know I said the wrong thing when he punch my gut and it knocked me off my feet. "Fuck... you are so... going to... get in trouble... for this." I struggled to get my words out when it turns out that fat guys can surely pack a punch.

And now, just a light touch on my backside by another man was enough to make me react. At that thought, I felt utterly wronged, and the fiery restlessness inside me had not subsided at all. In the end, I simply pulled out the little toy I always carried with me, sat back in the chair, and slipped it inside myself. Just as I switched it to the highest setting, I realized I could see Samuel's back from this angle. He was doing push-ups. His arms looked as though they were made for weightlifting, and with every downward movement came the sound of his heavy breathing, which made my heart flutter.