"Do it again. Punch him harder this time."

"Let's start this livestream, then."

Each blow landed with a wet thud in his sweaty belly, his flesh giving way, soft and pliant.

He slammed another punch below my navel. The impact sent shockwaves through my intestines.

Each punch sent a thrill through me, the squelching of his gut mingling with his deep, guttural grunts.

To cap him off, I latticed my fingers behind Buck’s neck and pulled him forward as I drove my knee up into his soft organs.

Tobias kept his deviant expression as he adjusted his stance before launching his fist as though from a cannon.

I thought I might cum handsfree, but he switched tactics – suddenly, he was back to uppercuts.

His fist was still in my belly. He pumped his fist into my intestines a few times. “We’re not done here,” he said.