Monica knelt there, her muscles straining from the awkward position, her pussy burning and throbbing from the oral caresses it had received. Flexing her thighs, Monica spread her knees a little farther apart, feeling her cuntlips rubbing together with every move she made. It was terrible, hanging like this, suspended between a world of rationality and one of madness! Climax was only moments away. Monica felt every nerve ending straining toward it. If only she could strain a little more, inch up a bit further, she would tumble down into that wonderful, dark abyss of orgasm!

"Gettin' eager, baby? You keep lookin' at my prick, and you'll start going nuts. You want it real bad, don't you?"

Monica looked at the big man kneeling in front of her, pulling out his cigarette yet once more, then blowing that gray stream of smoke into her face. Her nostrils and eyes burned from the assault as she felt her throat choking with the harsh, raspy coughs she made. But nothing, nothing could take away the pulses in her cunt that were getting worse and worse. She rocked her hips a little slowly at first, and as the subtle friction of her inner cuntlips rubbed against her clit, the woman moved faster, then faster and faster. Her body was growing hotter and hotter, and she wished Jack would put out that cigarette and take care of her pussy as he had been doing earlier. "Huhhhhhh… aaahahhhhh!" the woman groaned.

Oh, it was good, too good. It was almost wrong to have it so good. One part of her wanted to stop. Monica knew what she was doing with Jack was wrong, terribly wrong. But how could she stop a flood of emotion? It was impossible.

"Like movin' around like that, huh, baby? It's kinds like jerkin' off, right?"

"Ohhhhh, fuck, fuck…"

Monica was going out of her mind. She dipped and wiggled her ass, the weight of her asscheeks adding to the sensations around her cunt. She was moving so fast that a sweat broke out on her upper lip, and that damned headboard was clattering wildly against the wall. She was feeling a kind of hot, itchy dampness under each tit, and a streak of drool oozed from the corners of her mouth. God, she was going to cum, going to cum without his prick in her!