Jack knelt down, striking her hard across the back of the head. Patty groaned, her arms and legs flying out from under her. She collapsed to the floor, defeated. A spasm of delight had passed through her cunt, slamming into her clit like a lightning bolt. She realized then that all this humiliation and brutality was actually turning her on! Oh, what a discovery, what a horror to realize – she was a masochist!

"Come on back, Patty. Come on back to the blanket where I'm gonna fuck the hell outta your cunt. You want it bad, man, real bad," Jack muttered.

He wrapped his fingers around her hair. The girl groaned, but made no real effort to fight back. She moved her legs, scrambling backward to ease the pain in her scalp as he dragged her to the stall where he'd stripped her.

"Oh!"

Patty groaned as he threw her on the wrinkled horse blanket. Looking up with terror flickering in her blue eyes, the girl realized Jack wasn't fooling around any longer. His cockhead was a dark purple while the blue veins ribbing his shaft throbbed against the tightly drawn flesh.

The blonde cried out as Jack threw himself on top of her, his teeth tearing at her hard, dark-red nipples. His hair brushed over her face, nearly smothering her. His teeth tore at her tit tips, sending daggers of delight through her. As her fear and joy mounted, more sweat coated her body. Jack was perspiring heavily, too, his sweat running down to her cuntal crack and mingling with her pussy juice.

Her thighs tensed, relaxed, then flexed again. Her asscheeks raised, pressing her flat belly against Jack's stomach.

"Oh yeah, yeah…" Patty groaned.

"Yeah, baby, yeah," Jack echoed, slurping his tongue up and down her tits while getting his body into a fucking position.

Patty felt his cock sliding up, up to her whey, throbbing cuntal slit. She wanted his mouth back on the silky flesh of her thighs. She needed those sharp teeth between her legs, even deeper, ripping at her clit, eating at her until she couldn't cum any more.