Jack grunted, satisfied he'd aroused her against her will. He enjoyed doing that, forcing women to do what he wanted, raping them at rim, then watching their attitude change when he slipped his thick nine-inch cock between their legs. What started as a rape would turn into a hot fucking session with women clinging to him in the end, begging him not to go.

He laughed at Marcie as she struggled under him now, beating his chest with her one free hand while trying to wriggle put from under his legs. No, she'd be begging him for more too, asking him to fuck her again long after his cock had spat out its heavy, hot load of jizz.

Marcie screamed with outrage as she felt his fingers shamelessly exploring her cunt. His hand moved from her pussy, smoothing over her sides, then landing on her tits. He tore the material from her bodice, exposing her bra-cups. Jack smiled, then slid two fingers under the small band holding the cups together. With a sharp upward thrust, he ripped the material, pushing aside the ruined halter.

"Nice, nice tits," he moaned.

Marcie's mouth was like a tight scar. Her forehead beaded with sweat as Jack lowered his head and started licking the peaks of her big tits with the tip of his tongue. She groaned, twisting her thighs more furiously. He kept on licking, dropping his mouth down onto her left tit and, sucking hard, gently biting around her areola.

Marcie felt his spit oozing down her tit, collecting in a small pool on her chest. Yes, yes, in spite of her disgust and terror she felt herself excited, enjoying his mouth on her nipples, wishing he would bite them harder, pinch them until she squealed with delicious pain. Oh, what on earth was she thinking?

"No, no, stop it!"

Jack drove his knees up against her ass, holding down her antis, stretching them high over her head while he kept talking filthy to her.