"Ohhhhhh, baby, yeahhh, you're good and hot and tight and fine down there," he groaned, reaching around and holding her around her hips.

How she loved that touch, the feel of his fingers cutting into her muscles, keeping her in place while his prick fucked in, slicing her body in two like a surgeon's scalpel. "Oooooohhhhh!"

More whimpery gasps exploded from Monica's tightened throat as her head fell back and her eyes closed! Up and down, up and down her body bounced, lowering more and more onto his rodding prick. Her belly muscles rippled with excitement, and her tits jiggled and bounced from her rocking movements. The smell and sound of fucking filled the room. And Jack was doing things now to make her hotter. Was she sore from that cigarette? Monica didn't know. All she could feel was one callused fingertip tracing around where her cunt flooded juice. He was sliding it around the tensed, aching muscles guarding her pussy. Then he moved his hand back, the finger barely touching the supersensitive ribbon of flesh between her asshole and her cunt. She could feel the jagged fingernail touching her wrinkled asshole flesh!

"Mmmmmmm…"

Surely there couldn't be any feeling in the world comparable to this! The woman was going wild with lust, bouncing like a puppet on Jack's cock. She rode him up and down, up and down, sweat trickling down her throat and oozing down both bouncing tits. How her nipples itched and burned, while her clit rubbed continually against the big man's hard, hot prick.

"Ohhhhh, mama…"