Squeeze Me Up Novels & Stories

I felt his gaze on me, but I didn’t return it. When the man came back, he grabbed my arm roughly. The smell of stale sweat and damp fabric turned my stomach. He pulled out a blindfold and tied it over my eyes clumsily. “I’m taking you to the bathroom. Don’t try anything stupid.” “Understood.” My voice was barely a whisper. Inside, everything trembled. He shoved me forward. I stumbled over every uneven patch of ground. He dragged me by the hood of my sweatshirt, maneuvering me like I weighed nothing. The slam of the door behind us rattled something deep inside me.

Licking the tip, I circle around the head and grab his balls, tugging hard. I start smacking them and suck him in till I can't breathe. Feeling his head hit my tonsils, I squeeze his balls even harder until they feel like they are going to pop. "That's it, baby. squeeze. I am about to come all over in that sweet mouth of yours."

Squeeze me while I fill you. The words tipped me over. I shattered. My orgasm ripped through me like lightning long, powerful waves that made my hole clamp down so tight I felt him pulse inside me. Cum erupted from my cock in thick, hot ropes, painting my stomach, his chest, his neck. I cried out his name, tears streaming, body convulsing around him as I milked every drop.

It read: "Go grocery shopping for unavailable items in the house. I'll deal with you if these items are not home by the time I get back from work" I sighed and searched for money or a credit card on the table. But she didn't leave any for me. How am I supposed to pay for these items? I screamed and walked away to my room feeling broken. I looked at the makeup items lying on my sofa. I started applying the foundation and at the same time, releasing a tear. Do you even understand my pain? I mean this is not a life!!! Yes, the scar was gone and that alone made me smile. I went on to apply nude lipstick since it matched my skin color. I had a caramel complexion but, on my back, it was a blend of

🎁🎁🎁JASAMINA🎁🎁🎁 He was moving. He was over me, against me. The pleasure was like an avalanche, gaining, gaining, rolling down, pressing down on me, pressing against me, pressing…into…me! A scream I tried to muffle but failed, broke out from my throat as he thrust home, triggering another orgasm inside me.

Crume began to thrust his cock in her ass, a slower, more deliberate rhythm than Moose’s. His balls slapped against her buttocks with each movement. The sensation of being impaled from four directions, her pussy, her mouth, and her ass all stretched to their limits, was an inferno of sensation. Her mind reeled, unable to process the sheer magnitude of pleasure.

When I couldn't suppress the urge anymore, I grabbed my breasts and squashed and molded them. Then the feeling I had come to know that meant ecstasy started creeping into my system and I grabbed his head once again as I felt the urge to explode right away. "I am going to CUM TIGER!"

Squeezing so tight I thought I'd break him. "Come for me. Now. Fucking come all over my cock, daddy’s girl… my cumrag ." He growled. I shattered. My body convulsed. My mouth opened but no sound came out. Just silent screaming as the pleasure ripped through me. Wave after wave. My vision went white. My thighs trembled uncontrollably. I squirted around his cock, soaking his trousers, dripping down onto the tile floor. He held me through it. His forehead pressed against mine. His breath hot on my lips.

My cock sprang free, it was so swollen the head was turning purple. "Oh my god!" Megan said staring at me wide eyed. "What?" I asked afraid I'd done something stupid again. "Mark, this thing is huge!" I was going to say something lame like thanks, but all that came out was another loud groan as Megan grabbed and squeezed again. "Oh look at that." She whispered staring at it. As I watched she squeezed harder. My pre cum began oozing out and her red nails looked incredible around it. "Oh yeah let's get that nice and wet." After squeezing again she stroked all the way down using my cum to wet it.

Steel only. I put the blade to the seam where grip becomes grip, short and ugly. Once to make it think. Twice to make it feel. Thrice to make it let go. The meat flinched; I used its pain like a doorjamb and squeezed out through the slack, losing a ribbon of skin and a handful of hair to the suckers.