She Hit The Floor Low-low-low の小説・ストーリー

He watches her, his breath held, a thrill of anticipation coiling in his gut. Slowly, agonizingly, she succumbs. It's not a willing surrender, but a broken, unwilling one. Her body moves with a strange, almost mechanical stiffness. Her legs bend, her knees brushing against the rough texture of the hallway rug. She kneels. The movement is slow, deliberate, each inch of descent a testament to her defeat, to his victory. She lowers herself to the floor, her back ramrod straight, her head still held high, a last, desperate attempt at dignity.

“WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU-?! AH!” She fell on the floor with a crisp thud after Althea’s mother kicked her on her stomach.

She lost her steps and fell to the floor. "Emergency, someone fainted!"

Her legs seemed to just give up on holding her weight anymore because she sank straight down toward the floor. Her knees hit the carpet hard. I followed her down without thinking about it... without hesitating even for a second. My knees crashed onto the floor beside hers. The impact shot pain up through my legs but I didn't give a damn about it because Harper was falling apart right in front of me. That's all I could focus on.

She her onto her breath and exhaled. “Fuckkkkk!!!!” She squirted on my dick and stood from my dick, her legs vibrating and she fell down o the floor. “Your turn.”

She talks in a low tone that I’m sure only I can hear. Before I can adjust, her foot sweeps my legs out from under me. I hit the mat hard, air rushing from my lungs. “Get up.” She orders, her voice rising. I scramble to my feet, pain radiating through my hip. “Again. Proper stance this time.” I reset, trying to correct what she criticized. But the moment I’m steady, her fist drives into my stomach, not hard enough to cause real damage, but enough to double me over, gasping.

"He is not chasing me because he loves me. He is chasing me because I stopped being something he owned and everything in his architecture requires that he owns what he has decided belongs to him." "Good," I said. I liked what I was hearing. Then I swept her leg. It was a fast, low movement and I gave her less warning than I usually would because she needed to learn to fall correctly under conditions that did not accommodate preparation. She went down hard, her side hitting the mat with a sound that was not gentle. Then she rolled.

I’m a broken human who has no idea what she’s doing unless she’s killing someone. “These flowers say different.” Low spreads his arms out wide and smirks at me. I give in to the desire to slap him and slam my hands flat on his chest. He gives a loud 'umph' as he loses his balance and staggers backwards. He almost falls flat on his ass but he catches himself before he falls into the flowers.

THUD! She collapsed at Aria’s feet, her head striking the floor with a sharp crack that silenced the hall.

She couldn't even remember undressing this much in gym class. She slid her panties off first. She was neatly trimmed, but not like that many people had seen her down there, so she probably wasn't as neat as he was used to. She knew she had reached a new low. She felt like shit. She slowly reached around and unhooked her bra, and it dropped to the floor.