Still no sink, just a percussive wave of pressure to his gut as he grunted, his abs absorbing the blow.

My knuckles plowed dead center into his lower gut…

"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.