Romans & histoires She Hit The Floor Low-low-low

I made sure it wasn't aggressive enough that anyone could call it deliberate from a distance, but with enough force behind it that she had no time to find her footing before she went down. The sound of her flailing her arms, looking for something to cushion her fall, had the room turning in our direction. Jessica hit the floor in an undignified manner that no amount of composure could help her recover from quickly. For a moment, she simply sat there, the shock on her face more genuine than anything I had seen from her all evening. I looked down and grinned at her. "Oops," I said. "I did not see you there, Jessica." Her emotions shifted from shock, and then her eyes hardened in anger. I crouc

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.

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.

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.

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.

Fell. “Pathetic,” he muttered. She got up again, her knee throbbing, but she refused to back down. “Come on, pretty boy,” she spat. “Stop dancing!” This time, he struck. A single sweep of his leg sent her crashing to the floor, her back slamming hard against the concrete. Pain bloomed. She rolled and got up again, only to be slammed again—this time faster. Harder. He pounced like a shadow. Unforgiving. Ruthless.

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.

~Damon~ “I said get on your fucking knees.” She gasped. Froze like her whole nervous system had short-circuited from just hearing my voice drop an octave. Then her knees gave out like gravity had been waiting for me to speak. Like her body had been aching for the order. She dropped. Hard. Hit the floor like a slut who knew where she belonged. Right at my feet. On her knees. The same floor still sticky from the last time I bent her over and pumped my cum so deep into her she couldn’t walk straight for an hour.

Lily, in her enthusiasm to join the merriment, suddenly finds herself slipping on the freshly mopped floor, her feet losing their grip and her body descending rapidly to the ground. A collective gasp escapes our lips, quickly followed by uncontrollable laughter. Lily’s eyes widen in surprise as she hits the floor with a resounding thud, her limbs splayed in comical fashion. Amidst our fits of laughter, we struggle to regain our composure as Lily valiantly attempts to rise.

"The floor is wet. You will fall." I didn't think they even heard me. Before I finished talking, Freya's bare feet slipped in the puddle of orange juice. She waved her arms, struggled to regain her balance. I rushed towards her. She went down and hit the floor with such a heavy thud that I felt my heart leap into my throat.