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

~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.

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.

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.

She tries to place her feet on the ground. Lowell can’t stop her. His hands hover, ready to catch her if she falls. “Nana… please,” he whispers again, his voice breaking. She lowers her feet slowly. Her toes touch the cold floor. She sways. Her breath hitches. And then, she forces herself to stand. Lowell’s breath catches in his throat. His heart pounds painfully. She wobbles, her knees nearly giving out. But she remains standing. Her face contorts in pain, but her eyes — those beautiful, defiant eyes — hold firm.

She barely made it a few steps before her foot slipped out from under her. “Sadie—” I moved forward, but she was just out of reach. Her body hit the floor with a soft thud. She landed hard on her side, her palms smacking the tile. I crouched in front of her instantly. “Can you not walk like a damn hurricane for once?” She looked up at me, wincing, but not hurt. Not really. Just embarrassed. And then she giggled. Soft. Almost apologetic. “I’m okay.”