Monica shook her head in a silent plea, the pain from her asshole edging down to the rounded curves of her asscheeks and down her thighs. It was so awful, so horribly painful. He was going to fuck her in the ass, drive his fat, long cock down into her bowels! Her husband had tried that once or twice unsuccessfully. Always, Monica had pushed him away, feeling the pain she had endured initially couldn't possibly be worth any pleasure she would get later. But now the woman had no choice. The restraints held her in place while Jack had no choice. The restraints held her in place while Jack squatted down a little more as if he were taking a shit, pressing his cockhead harder and harder against her violated asshole.

"Uhhhh… man, you're real tight… probably ain't been fucked there," he mut tered, pulling back and rubbing her asshole with one finger. Monica winced, sighing, grateful for the temporary relaxation of pressure against her body.

"Ooooohhhhhhh!"

"Gonna take care of that right now. Gonna make you loose enough so I can take you in the butt," Jack muttered.

Monica felt him getting down on his knees, felt his big hands gripping her asscheeks, forcing them apart, exposing her cunt and shitter. The woman groaned, feeling the cool air wafting against the moist, hot meat of her peeled open pussy. Why couldn't he fuck her there? Why couldn't he be sanding his prick back and forth, rubbing that hunk of cock meat over her tingling clit as he had the night before? No, he was teasing her, purposely not touching her cunt as her pussy lips swelled and fluttered with excitement, keeping his fingers well away. She could feel his panting breath now against her asscheeks. And then… and then he was drawing his tongue over her asscrack! Yes, she could feel it sliding up and down the deep split while his bushy mustache tickled the sweaty, sensitive flesh. Monica curled her fingers until they cramped, biting down on the gag as wild feelings coursed through her body.