Yakuza Table Slam Gif Novels & Stories

“You don’t even love Fabian, Tasha. You are obsessed with a man who doesn’t give a damn.” Tasha’s facial expression turned into a combination of fury and anger. It was quite evident that she was trying to hold everything together for a while now but Julian had struck a chord. “Shut the hell up, Julian,” his eyes blazed with uncontainable wrath. What came next was not a conscious decision, she slapped him hard and loud in the still room. Julian barely moved an inch. A low smug smile formed on his face as he rubbed the spot where her palm had connected to his face. “You are pretty when you are mad,” he said in an almost whisper with that dark deep voice.

" She says and walks away towards the exit and Jeremy is quick to grab her. "We are not done here, bitch!" My mate scoffs as he roughs her up and pulls her back to where we are. "You're hurting me!" She screams as she tries to free herself from Jeremy. "Let go of me, bastard!" A resounding slap is heard across the gazebo and the next minute we see her flying over the seats and tables. She lands on one of the tables at the back, almost breaking it. It seems Jeremy used his wolf strength to slap the daylights out of her!

************** *LORENZO* The evil fucker whirls around to face me. He blanches in shock and jumps back, gaping at me, sweat beading on his pale bald pate. His thin-faced friend also steps back and holds up his hands, his lips twitching. He looks like a fucking rodent, drowning in his oversize parka. The urge to pull the trigger is overwhelming. I have to fight every instinct to stop myself. Julio is watching me, his eyes focused, weighing me up. Will I shoot? Do I have the balls?

I let it drool down my chin, the table… I let my mess trail all over. “Fucking whore.” Jay grabs my jaw and presses hard. His fingers sink into my skin, part my mouth wide open, and he tilts my head to the side just so he can see my saliva-filled mouth. “Open.” He slaps, leaving red stings on my skin, on my senses. My body jerks to two intense commands. Down below, my ass tightens on the table, lower body jerks up as I squirm for Jimmy’s cock. And he gives it to me in full doses.

“Auster, you are going overboard.” Yoru did not try to dodge the third strike as he did not have time to. He then grabbed the coffee table from the side. He easily lifted a coffee table that was over a hundred kilograms. He blocked the mace’s strike, and a loud crash was heard. The coffee table was then smashed into pieces. Yoru’s bathrobe had gotten loose. Many glass pieces stabbed his bare body. This showed how strong Auster was. Argh…

By then, Jack had already reached over and grabbed Slate’s shirt, scrunching the area near his collar into a ball, his fist cocked. Not being one to wait to be punched in the face, Slate took a swing. Jack was too quick and ducked out of the way, throwing a right hook as he did so, which connected with Slate’s ribcage. The Nichtwolf grunted but broke free of Jack’s grip, coming at him again.

slap it…… I mean, it is right there, and it looks very appealing. I mentally groan while slapping Zahara’s ass, hoping that it isn’t the wrong thing to do. Zahara moans and shakes it again. “Another, please.” I do it again, this time on the other cheek making Zahara moan again. I grab my shaft and pump it a few times while rubbing it up and down Zahara’s folds. She is extremely wet, and I smile at the feeling. I slide into her all the way and pull back out so just the tip is in. I grab onto her hips and slam all the way into her making her scream. I continue to pull out and slam in again and again. Zahara is screaming my name as I slam into her. I grab her neck and pull her back flush agains

From the corner of my eye, I can see Miyamura’s jaw clench in frustration. He turns to me again. “Cover your ears”. He has that dark look in his eyes— it is enough motivation for me to obey immediately. He raises his hand once, and slams it down hard on the table— the sound echoes like a gunshot across the room. Yamato, Riko, and Aito double over clutching at their ears in anguish, while Misa sends him a disgruntled look from across the table. “Ow. What was that for?”. Riko glares at him angrily. “Were you trying to burst my eardrums, asshole?”.

With a guttural cry born of pure adrenaline, I heaved. The table, easily a hundred pounds, scraped violently across the floor and slammed into the knifeman’s shins. He howled, stumbling forward, his knife hand flailing. I saw my opening. Abandoning the table, I brought the poker down in a two-handed, overhead blow aimed squarely at the arm holding the knife. *CRUNCH.*

The thug was thrown out and fell heavily on the table. Not to mention, the quality of the table in this restaurant is good. It's so heavy that it will be painful for one person to hit it. At this time, the thugs behind also rushed over, waving their fists and smashing at Allen Peterson. Allen Peterson stepped back and jumped up, kicking his feet out at the same time, hitting the chest of the two gangsters. The two gangsters were kicked in the chest by Allen Peterson, and both immediately covered their chest. At the same time, their bodies stopped moving forward.