Rumble Power Slap Novels & Stories

~Luna Slap. Slap. Slap. The sharp rhythm of our bodies colliding echoed off the walls, obscene and wet. His thighs met mine with every descent, every slam of my hips down onto his cock. The sound was raw,slaps of skin, gasps of breath, the slick grind of sweat against sweat. “Harder, baby,” he growled beneath me, voice like gravel dragged through fire. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging in as I obeyed, lifting and dropping faster, harder, riding him like I was starving for it.

This made him considerably more nauseated. Obviously, Grant felt something similar. He was sickened, however it was a physiological response. With respect to why he turned out to be hard, their hearts were all extremely safe! Chris, then again, was gazing at them from the edge of the room. "One moment is up!" Jack said. Chapman drove Grant away then convoluted and heaved. "Urgh… Urgh.." At that point, the subsequent inquiry showed up on the presentation. - Slapping: Use a steel pole to hit Chris' left and right cheek multiple times. The slapping ought not be under 60 decibels!

Now, he had basically shown all his trump cards. He had a peak Cosmos Ranker combat power, and he had used Void Punch, one of the top combat skills. ‘Wait…’ David’s eyes lit up. He still had two top combat skills. He could not use the Evil-Splitting Sword Technique as he did not have a sword right now, but he could use the Air Crushing Slap. The description stated that the Air Crushing Slap could ignore all obstacles in any space. ‘Does it mean I can ignore the crimson gas exterior and directly hurt Adan?’

No matter how many slaps I get, I’m going to keep talking until I get my fucking point across! Something hot and raging lifted my chin, then a new strength, the form of tenacity, slammed into my chest, and a fierce resistance shot to my eyes. The two dirty faces of menace turned surprise, then confused, and then fearful. ‘She’s glaring like a proud bitch!’ Rogue two grunted and slapped his palm across my eyes—-my thighs were finally spread wide—-. ‘We’ll make you scream your regrets!’ PHWOOP! You’re the one who’ll scream your balls out, asshole.

With that, he gave me a cold look, then turned and walked back into Fiona’s hospital room without looking back. My heart froze as his cold back disappeared. I heard him gently comfort Fiona. I could not believe Nigel thought I was a bad person, even though he had no proof at all. I rubbed my sore eyes and was about to leave when Jora came out. She leaned close to me with a smug smile. “So what if you’re his crush? You still lose to people like us. “If you’re smart, go inside, kneel, and apologize to Fiona. Maybe Nigel would like you a little more.”

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.”

With a swift, sharp motion, my palm connected with his right cheek, the impact sending a shockwave through my arm. The slap echoed off the walls of the cramped cloakroom, the sound reverberating through the air like a crack of thunder. The noise was loud, a sharp report that seemed to hang suspended for a moment, a testament to the intensity of my emotions. Alexander's head jerked to the side, his eyes widening in surprise, as the red imprint of my hand blossomed on his cheek like a fiery brand.

Again, he slapped Monas face again. Monas face was swollen and it was like a red tomato now. “how dare you to spit my handsome face! I’m being nice to you but you push my limit and turned into a demon! I will show you how powerful I am!” Slap! then he slapped Monas continuously. Monas face was about to deform due to the strong impact of slapped cause by Ronald Champ. Mona didn’t feel any pain, she felt numbed right now but she still endure the pain.

She felt the eyes of strangers boring into her, their whispers and stares like daggers, but she didn’t care; this was her moment, her truth laid bare before the world. As she prepared to turn away, he still held her arm with a grip that felt unyielding, a chain that threatened to bind her once again. In a swift, instinctive motion, she slapped him hard across the face. The sound of skin meeting skin rang out, a sharp crack that cut through the thick tension, and for a brief moment, silence enveloped them, as if the world around them had paused in shock, caught in a breathless gasp of disbelief. It felt exhilarating, the way her palm stung with the power of her actions, a satisfying release o

It was apparent that the answer was no. While it sounded like a long process in description, in reality, Zayn had already arrived behind him in the blink of an eye and delivered a full-blown slap. Before his palm landed on Solomon, a monstrous presence was stirred up with loud rumbling noises. It felt as if even the air could not withstand the power of Zayn’s slap to the point that it was compressed and crushed.