She Hit The Floor Low-low-low Novels & Stories

We go down in a chaotic tangle of limbs, the back of her head thumping dully against the drywall as she slides. "Fuck," she gasps, the impact knocking the wind out of her, but she doesn't let go of me. Her fingers claw into the fabric of my blouse, dragging me down with her. We hit the floor hard, the cheap carpet doing little to cushion the fall. I land half on top of her, my elbow jamming into the hardwood, but the pain is distant, irrelevant. I’m still inside her. The angle shifts, my fingers pressing deeper, and she arches her back off the floor, her hips bucking wildly. "Don't stop," she hisses, her eyes rolling back. "Don't you fucking stop."

She landed on the floor at the end of the hallway in a heap. I stood and folded my arms as I watched her trying to get back on her feet. She gently stood but slipped again. She yelled and landed back on the ground with an uff sound. I laughed so hard I fell into a couch, clutching my tummy! Now what!! She's just getting started! 😂 ✖️ Bridget ✖️ Groaning like stressed out donkey, I crawled out of the oily way instead. I took hold of the nearest sofa and finally came between the sofas then sank into one.

she said in a low and deadly tone, just before she stumbles backward. I gasp, staring in horror as I watch Vivien fall down the stairs.

That still stung like a bitch even though she was small. I lowered my center of gravity and rammed into her with my shoulder, effectively knocking her to the ground. She was still for a moment, so I dropped in to pin her. However, I should have realized that she was playing me because she rolled and jumped up before I was able to even touch her.

It slipped away enough to give me a chance to free myself from her clutches. I raised my knee, took a deep swing, and hit her in the groin with all my might. She moaned and leaned towards me, losing the tightness around my throat completely. I used this moment to swing my knee again, this time aiming higher, hitting her in the lower abdomen. She made another pained sound, and I dropped my hands from hers to push her with all my might towards the apartment.

Spun around kicking the one in the middle in his chest. Just as both of them hit the ground like a domino effect, her hand was in the chest of the one on the left. “What the fuck just happened?” I said in a low voice.

Leading her to the chair, he sits down and pats his legs. She spreads for him and hovers above him. Taking a deep breath, she slowly lowers herself backwards so her back is to him. She slides onto him, and it spreads her wider than she has ever been. "Holy shit!" She just barely stifles a cry as she lowers down more and more.

Getting on his feet, he quickly took large strides to make his way downstairs. There was a ten-meter drop from the bedroom to the surface level. Sherry lay on the ground, hugging her legs as she curled up into a ball. The pain forced the tears out of her. Ow! It hurt so bad! Picking up on the commotion, the bodyguards had hurried over. Sherry gasped in pain and uttered in a trembling voice, “O-One of you… Please punch me and knock me out!” It was getting to be more than she could take.

Despite the guy ahead, she did not slow down or shudder or quaver. Before she got any closer to him, she swiftly lowered her body and slid on the floor, the tiles making her motion more smooth. She was not up to the guy's height, so going high would put her at a disadvantage, so she did what she did best__go low. It literally worked every time. Before the guy could process what was happening, she was in-between his legs. She used the shotgun's barrel to hit his legs hard, bringing him to the ground in one Swift motion.

I instruct. She nods at me before looking for another weakness. This time when she lowers her arm an inch, I instead sweep my foot out and knock her on her ass. She lands in a huff and just looks up at me. "I thought I was going to have you that time." She says.