Novel & Cerita Upright Jerker

“Roll around my cock instead of jerking. Gentle spasm instead of explosion.” I nod, not thinking twice. All I want is a release. I’ll pay any price. “That's daddy’s good little girl.” He scoffs and gives his sacred command. “Cum.” I don't wait for a filthy second before jumping on the train. Rock, not jerk. I repeat his command. Gentle spasm, not explosion. It's hard to obey, no matter how hard I try. My body takes on a new command, jerking, vibrating, oozing pussy juice instead of the gentle girl-like drizzle.

Apparently the jerk was handsome enough to make it to the top list of New York's super handsome men and even though I wasn't his biggest fun as of yet, I still had a heart to admit that he was indeed good-looking. His eyes were a striking blue, like an ocean or one of those polished blue rubbies you find decorated on Christmas trees. His perfectly sculpted jawline had a hint of an upcoming beard, well more like a stubble actually which made him look even more handsome. His hair that he'd allowed to grow to shoulder length level, was dark brown and curly and it fell all over the place in a messy kind of way. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt which was a bit tight at the arms, a pair of rip

Ann bent over the computer desk slightly and then slowly wriggled, inched her skirt up in jerky movements with each sentence. "So, are you going to fuck me over this desk?" inch up left leg. "Are you going to fuck me as hard as you're fucking Mrs palmer and her five daughters right now?" inch up right leg "I bet you'll explode your little cock prematurely as soon as you see my garter clips at the top of my stockings won't you?" inch up both sides "You're such a perv jerking off watching me do this." 2 inches up right side, bottom of lace top now showing

“They’re eating out of your hand, amico.” Jeremy nodded, adjusting his tie. His limp was barely noticeable now, thanks to months of grueling rehab, but the ache in his bones lingered—a quiet reminder of how close he’d come to losing it all. He climbed the stage steps, each one a small triumph, and raised his fists to the crowd. “Italia!” he bellowed, voice booming through the speakers. “We are the heartbeat of this nation! Together, we will rise—” His words cut off mid-sentence. His knees buckled, and he pitched forward, collapsing onto the wooden platform with a sickening thud. The crowd’s cheers turned to gasps, then screams.

Jerk. "Keen,chill," I reach out and grasp his forearm.The muscles are bunched and tensed,his body in full fight or flight mode. He keeps thrashing and I know he can't hear me in the throes of his panic.I repeat myself,keeping my voice calm,grasping both of his arms now, positioning myself directly infront of him.He slowly realises that he's the only one freaking out and quits screatching,his eyes frantically searching mine.He grips my forearms and we start to spin in a lazy circle as he calms,still falling.

Then he looked down at what he tripped on, it was a rope tied to cause a person to trip. He grunted in anger and looked up. Just then, Jade jumped down from where she had been hanging onto his shoulders, wrapping her arms and legs around his neck as tightly as she could. However, he gripped her by her jacket and threw her to the floor. She stood up again but he gripped her neck and pushed her against a wall. Jade struggled to breathe as she kicked and clawed at him but his grip was just too strong.

The older man stood up, a hand clenched hard against his neck that was pouring out like a waterfall. He stalked towards me as I started to sit up. Jeremy pulled his leg back, readying to kick me. I let him think he had the upper hand and waited for his limb to come towards me. My hands shot up, grabbing him and twisting until a sickening crack filled the room. He dropped to the ground, letting out a shrill cry.

“Just hold me like this and move to the beat.” I wanted people to see us. That was the whole reason I climbed up here. I couldn’t wait to see the look on Alec’s face when he found out I was grinding all over his best friend. I’m playing home this time, not away. And home games are the sweetest. I started moving against him, swaying to the heavy rhythm of the music. I intentionally rubbed my ass against Roman, feeling him harden against my lower back and his grip on my waist tightening.

I walked forward to the next cell. "This is Jerk. He was always with Twit. I think he's kind of their version of a Beta, not that he's worthy of that title. He beat me. He broke my ribs kicking me and slamming his boot heel down on my side. He liked hearing me scream and cry, it turned him on. When they dumped me, I heard him say to Twit that they should kill me." I paused for a minute, waiting for whatever nastiness Jerk was going to say. He didn't say anything. He just stared at me and I stared back.

"H-He said that y-you're up to something so I followed you." "Are you doubting my personality? Are the kindness and good deeds I'm showing you not enough for you to doubt me?" Jeric asked again as he continued with what he was doing. And this time, he made it harder. He didn't stop moving his manhood until its huge size completely fit inside her tight hole. He did that with full force as if her internal organs would be crushed when his hard weapon reached them.