The words came out in a hiss as the big stud teased his fingers up and down the insides of Monica's thighs. The woman was frantic, beyond rationality as she twisted helplessly before him. Yes, she wanted that, wanted anything that would ease the aching, itching, pulsing lust that burned her cunt right now! Oh, for his prick, for that cock pushing into her hot little fuckhole. It had been so long, too long since Monica had slept with a man. Now she wanted it bad!

"Yes, oh, yes!" she gasped, her eyes wide with desire.

Jack grunted something, then crawled off the bed, padding to the dark mahogany dresser to the right, then pulling the drawers open. Monica was moaning softly, rocking her body from side to side, savoring the subtle rub of her cuntlips against one another and against her clit. She tugged her wrists against the ropes, seeming to enjoy the cutting sensation of the hemp against her flesh. Her eyes were on the big man's muscular back and ass. Jack went fishing around in the drawers, looking for something to tie her up with, something to make her more helpless while he pinned her to the bed with his body and fucked her mindless!

Arlette stood there by the doorway still, unsure if she should run back to the game and let this scene play itself out, or watch. Then the girl realized that she couldn't move. She was frozen to the spot, trapped by her own lust as she watched, wide-eyed. Leaning more heavily against the doorway, the girl also began to feel something strange and wonderfully terrible happening to her body. She was beginning to feel her flesh glowing, her cunt becoming very sensitive, and her nipples thickening, growing turgid, itching against the cups of her bra. She was turning on to her mother's degradation and bondage. The more she watched, the more she heard Monica panting and gasping, the more she studied Jack and his ten-inch cock with those blue rope-like veins pulsing against his pink prickskin the more excited she became.