Tangan Kasar Novels & Stories

Satish asked, caressing her hand over his bulge. Maria hesitated momentarily, her desire mirrored in her eyes, before slowly giving in to his request. She gently pressed her hand against his bulge with a teasing smile, feeling the heat and hardness beneath her touch. Satish's grip tightened on her hand as he guided her movements. She traced the outline of his hardness, feeling the weight of his need pressing against her palm, his fingers tightening around hers in a silent plea for more. She pulled her grip on him, revelling in how he responded to her touch.

Some just know how to defend themselves, but Emily could not even throw a punch when I first met her, and she’s beautiful and charming and have so much compassion that I can’t think that someone ever bullied her, well not as a child, anyway. I stand up and pulled another bag closer and placed the hand gloves back on. My father’s voice runs like a river through my mind. “anger is hot, evil, and rage. This can help because it boosts your adrenaline through the roof and adds motivation and power to your punches, punch the bag, Blake!” Tears are streaming out of a 10-year-old boy’s eyes. “Stop crying Blake, tears make you weak!” the words repeat itself, while the blood is dripping on the floor w

Tan. SLAP! A hard slap landed on Casandra’s cheek, sending her sprawling to the floor. Without waiting, Mr. Tan continued to approach Casandra with heavy, steady steps. Casandra, with her eyes still closed and stinging, crawled across the floor, trying to get away. Her hands fumbled behind her, searching for an exit, while Mr. Tan kept trying to reach for her body, attempting to kiss her neck by force. "Don't touch me! Get away!" Casandra screamed. She kicked in every direction, trying to ward off the disgusting hands that began to grope her shoulders.

TangShi rolling with a bounce onto the hardwood and banging bones and limbs while he crumpled up and covered his genitals with two cupped hands. "You!.... Why are you such an asshole?" TangShi burst out because of wincing pain. Anger and embarrassment colouring her tone snappishly. She sounded haughty and upset as tears filled her eyes because of sharp shooting spasms up her elbow and hip. The thud of her exposed skin on the hardwood floor had hurt and winded her, giving her a painful shock.