Rumble Power Slap Novels & Stories

The loud slap echoed through the villa and sent a hot jolt straight to my clit. “Mmm, you like it rough, don’t you?” he growled. I grabbed him by the jaw, nails digging in. “I do. But you only slap my tits and ass when I say so. Clear?” A dangerous smirk crossed his face. “Yes, ma’am.” “Good boy.” I released his jaw and pushed my heavy breasts forward. “Now slap my tits.” His palm came down hard across my left breast, making it bounce heavily, then immediately struck the right one. The sharp sting made me moan loudly, my nipples hardening into tight peaks. He slapped them again and again, watching them jiggle as I arched my back for more.

Fred was already filled with suppressed anger, he erupted the moment he heard those words. Smack! With a full swing of his arm, Fred delivered a powerful slap across Jasper's face. The crisp sound echoed loudly as Jasper was sent flying. The precious gift box slipped from his grasp and spun through the air, while Jasper himself tumbled violently, flying more than ten meters before crashing heavily into a wall with a loud 'thud'. As he hit the ground, a cloud of yellow dust billowed into the air. The wall bore a spider web-like network of cracks, a testament to the sheer force behind Fred's slap.

His strength became even stronger after he merged with the fiend soul's power the previous day. He was so powerful. Everyone was shocked. Skylar raised his right hand slowly. His figure was as fast as lightning when he slapped Grunt with a palm strike! Grunt's heart quivered when he sensed Skylar's lightning speed. He had no time to dodge, so he had to urge his internal energy and raise his hand to greet the attack! Grunt dared not be careless; he poured all of his internal energy into it! When the two palms collided, Grunt's body shook. He felt a gush of terrifying force coming his way before he took dozens of steps backward. Finally, he steadied his figure. His face was pale and weak, and

But the remnants of reason, of right and wrong, screamed in my mind. The moment his grip loosened on my hands, I seized the fleeting opportunity. A surge of adrenaline, of defiant strength, coursed through me, and I shoved him with every ounce of my being. The instant he stumbled back, my hand flew, a sharp, resounding slap echoing in the sudden silence as it connected with his left cheek.

His palm swung through the air and struck the side of my face. The slap was devastating. The sharp, explosive crack of his hand against my cheek echoed like a gunshot. The sheer physical force of the blow snapped my head to the side and lifted me completely off my feet. The world spun violently out of focus. I crashed down onto the hardwood floor, my hip and shoulder taking the brutal brunt of the impact.

With a cry, I ground my clit against his tight grip. He slammed into me and shaking that maddening hold on my pussy. “You’re close, aren’t you? I want you to come hard for me.” He removed that palm as I was about to come. “No! I need that, Roman!”—only to return it with a hollow slap to my pussy. “Oh. My. God!” “There you go. . . . That’s it, baby. I can feel your wet pussy preparing to come.” SLAP.The sound echoed around us as I tumbled over the edge.

Sarcasm drips from my words. Thane charges towards me with incredible speed, his elbow poised and ready. Just as he reaches me, he unleashes a powerful punch into the air. I raise my arms in the shape of an X and swiftly intercept his punch, my feet gracefully sliding backward from the sheer force of the blow. The sleeves of my shirt split at the seams on my shoulders due to my well-defined muscles.

Flaming red. I shoved one foot back between Slade's legs and wrapped my leg around his calf. I pulled my leg forward making us fall backwards. Riley's next punch only skimmed me as we went down. Riley stood over me, not letting up as he slammed his fist into my body over and over again. I had to get out of Slade's grip. I lifted my hips and slammed them down on his manhood. His grib let up enough for me to spring up while grabbing and pulling Riley's next punch down, missing me and slamming my fist against his temple, disorienting him.

Madison thought. "Oh." The man sneered and stepped forward to the front of Madison. He looked down at Madison with great pressure. Although Madison was not short, after all she was still a woman. At this time, the little girl standing beside Madison suddenly took a deep breath. Then, under Madison's incredulous gaze, she suddenly slapped out with her two chubby hands. The next moment, a scream came from the man's mouth, and his whole body flew backward directly.

I'd exerted all my force into the slap on Hailey's face. She spun twice like a top with half her face instantly swelling up like it was stung by bees. Before Ronnie could react, I pivoted and caught him with a backhand-forehand combo of two slaps, each on his left and right cheek, sending his glasses flying with a loud crack. I figured it was about time he learned a new dance—the Whirlwind of Love. "Flint, you—"