"Uhh! Uhhh! Uhhhhh!"

The leather, the restraints, his prick up her ass – everything was conspiring to make her a rutting slut! Yes, that's all she was, a rutting bitch, her cunt running with lava-like juice while that man was filling her asshole with all his prickmeat. Monica closed her eyes in defeat, loving the sensations now radiating from her asshole, making her cunt even hotter than before.

Jack let go of her hip, reaching around to one of her tits and squeezing the nipple. Monica went wild, squirming, moving her ass back toward the big, hot belly pressing up against her and wagging frantically. He was touching all the hot spots of her body, turning her into a fucking machine!

"Man, that's it, baby! Ohhhh, yeahhhhh, let of Jack turn you on, make you feel real good with his chuggin' prick."

Monica was turning on to the game. She moved her ass as sensuously as she could, that slow invasion of her ass hurting her terribly as well as exciting her. It was so good. But it would be that much better if Jack were only to touch her cunt again. His fingers tweaking her nipples made her feel so hot! But it would be even better if he would touch her cunt! "Uhhhhhh…" she sighed.

Another thick inch of his prick speared her gut. His cock was splitting her wide open! Monica spread her legs apart a little farther. Jack was tugging up on the top leather strap now, choking the wind from her chest, then letting her go as she panicked from lack of oxygen. Leaning forward, he jerked his hips forward a little more, the force of that fucking motion lifting her knees from the basement floor. Monica grunted, the widening head of his prick seeming to go on forever. Would it touch her belly, fill her stomach with jizz when it finally went off deep inside her? Monica tossed her again, salty tears burning into her nostrils as the slowness of his fucking brought her feet off the floor once more.