Alana offered to help me with my stomach ache. She suggested that she massage it for me, but little did I know that her message would turn into brutal punching. At first, I resented it, writhing in pain, but soon the pain began to give me pleasure. Every time she drove her fist into my irritated stomach, the pain would shoot through my insides. I had the feeling that my stomach was being destroyed from the inside. But that pain made me want more and more. I curl, puffing out my cheeks, but between her thrusts, I stretched my stomach forward, looking for more. More punches, more pain, more d... Show more