Pounded In The Butt By My Own Butt Novels & Stories

She and Landon were lost in their own world, their whispers and giggles drowning out any sound around them. I forcefully placed my heavy bowling ball back onto the rack, its weight thudding against the metal. My body spun on my heels, causing the soles of my shoes to squeak against the polished wood floor. I stalked back over to Harrison, my fists clenched so tightly that my fingernails dug into my palms. My face was feverish with anger, making my cheeks flush a deep crimson. Harrison's words still echoed in my ears, his insult stinging like a bee. He had just called me fat, but I knew it wasn't true. I'm full of toned muscle. One hundred and thirty-five pounds of pure strength. I'm not fat,

Chelsea I kept pounding on the door with all the strength I could muster, my fists bruising against the unyielding surface. "Please, someone help me! Anyone, please" I cried out, my voice raw with desperation. But there was no response, only the hollow echo of my own pleas bouncing off the walls of the house. Tears blurred my vision as I pounded again and again, the sound reverberating in the silence like a desperate plea for salvation. My palm and knuckles were now bruised from pounding on the door for too long and too hard. I backed away from the door and in defeat I headed further into the room.

He tilted his head and groped my butt, "Let's do it one more time before we go, hmm?" Aish, this jerk! Seriously, I can't believe him! We already did it the whole night, the morning we woke up, in the bath, and he's saying that let's do it one more time?! "Fuck you!" I smacked his head, "I'm done with you! My butt hurts like hell, you know?" He chuckled while holding the part of his head where I smacked him, "Aww, my precious man hurt his butt." "I didn't hurt it! You hurt it!" I yelled.

I shout as I place the bar back before sitting up. “Now hold on a minute. I am not burying my head in the sand at all. I made the fucking call to stay with my mates. Is that so fucking wrong?” He shouts as he punches the heavy bag and it flies off the hook and splits, spilling sand on the floor.

I staggered back one step, ass screaming from the shift in weight because yeah last night’s mystery dick had left me raw as hell and now every little move felt like someone was ripping me again. “Fuck you,” I spat, blood and all, and tried to swing one more time out of pure spite. He dodged easily , stepped in close, and drove that body shot right into my ribs. My core was already wrecked from the soreness and the standing up all morning and the stupid bus seat, so the punch folded me like I’d been hit by a truck. Knees buckled, I dropped hard on the sidewalk, pavement smacking my ass so sharp the pain shot straight up my spine and out my mouth in this ugly grunt that sounded way too close t

He falls to the ground with a thud, his head hitting the pavement. The sound of the impact gives me a fleeting satisfaction, but the anger burning inside me does not diminish. On the contrary, it only increases, as if my entire body were taken over by an unbearable heat. I crouch over him, not giving him time to recover, and with one swift movement, I punch his face hard, the impact reverberating through my bones.

Until it goes up hitting my head. "Fuck you!! Fuck you, Keatton!! You don't know how mad I am right now!!" "Ngaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!" He bit my bum as he added four fingers on my hole.

he smirked while saying it and slapped my buttcheeks painfully. I hide my face from his humiliating eyes ... It's bodies mechanism ... I don't have control over my cumming . " Dam .. this rounded buttcheeks of yours are asking for some spanks from me .. do you want them .. bitch .. tell me if you want ." He said evilly and started to spanked them with his both hands one by one . " Please no ... It's paining ... Noooooo ahhhhh ... Ahhhhh please ...ahhh please stop .... Stop.... Stop.... " I started to sang stop stop due to pain which I am feeling on my buttcheeks.

My entire face looked flushed. I punched the mirror, taking out my frustration on it. I sighed in exasperation. I hadn't fully tamed the monster, but it didn't mean I couldn't destroy it. Everywhere he had touched stung. I had to watch out for my wounds while I had my bath. Two men had beaten me up tonight and tossed me around like a toy. One was in hell, and the other's judgment was soon to come.

Punch like a bug? In my anger, I bit his hand that was holding me. He let out a yelp as he released my hand. Baldy tried to reach for me then, but I swung my foot up and kicked his manhood. Once the brunette was able to recover, he backhanded me across the cheek making me fly. I landed on the ground with a thump and clutched my aching cheek. It was too painful that my eyes started to water and I felt dizzy.