"Hot enough to fry steak," Kevin commented, his lips curling up into a smile as he dipped his forefinger down around her ass and into her cunt. Candy squealed, rubbing her thighs together, feeling the tip of that invading finger scraping the tense muscles of her pussy. She jerked to one side, sucking in a deep breath and wriggling over the armrest of the sofa.
"You gonna fuck 'er?" Ben asked, feeling his dick throbbing while his balls rose high in their sac.
"Yeah… but later, after I work 'er up real good."
The young man backed away and brought the belt down again and again across her butt, at times straying up to her back and once or twice laying the leather across her jutting shoulderblades. Candy screamed loudly now, jerking, kicking, making the chains rattle while Kevin seemed to go crazy. Oh God, was he going to beat her to death? Was this going to be the way she'd end?
CHAPTER FIVE
"Stop it, stop!"
Candy tugged at the wristcuffs, wriggling her belly over the armrest, shaking the tears from her cheeks as she struggled for breath. But Kevin was going crazy, bringing the belt down again and again over her buttocks. And how oddly, how strangely that beating was making her hot, turning her cunt into a warm, swampy mess!
"Ughhhhhh!"
This time she felt the pointed tip of the belt lick under her ass, barely touching the bottom junction of her cuntlips. Candy's knees jerked apart while her toes left the floor. She nearly fell onto the couch completely.
"She's really hot. Bet you could take on a Goddamned donkey if we had one," Kevin muttered, throwing the belt down.
Candy heard the sound of his zipper sliding open and dared to turn around and peer over one shoulder. Oh, he was so big! The young man held his eight thick inches in one hand, slowly milking the flesh, running his other hand under his balls and playing with those hairy nuts while staring at her reddened asscheeks.