Jack stepped back, crawling around her, then driving his fingers back into her cunthole, twisting them around and around. Monica stiffened her back, the cords sticking from her throat as Jack touched all the right places between her legs.

"Please, fuck me… please!"

Jack sucked in his lower lip, biting down. He rubbed his cock with one hand, greasing down the long tube with flowing pre-cum.

"Yeah, gonna fuck you good. But first, gotta warm you up… gotta have you beggin' for it, beggin' so hard, you're gonna be cryin' when I stick this mother into your cunt."

Arlette watched in amazement as the stud stood up carefully, his knees bent slightly, his shoulders stooped as he held his cunt-splitting cock in one hand. Monica watched him, too, her head tilted back, her eyes wide open. It was absolutely awful seeing her mother like that bound, hog-tied like some dumb animal while she rutted there shamelessly. For a moment, Arlette thought of running away. But something kept her there, something that made her touch herself again when the big stud slid his feet closer to the bound woman and dipped his fat prickhead down toward her lips.

"Here, man, it's the best way to train a fuckin' bitch," Jack muttered, moving one hand behind Monica's head and drawing her up toward his lowering hairy crotch. "This and ass-fuckin'. Man, there ain't no better way to make a Goddamned slut know you mean business. Take it! Take it and wrap them lips around it… yeahhhh, I wanna feel your tongue movin' around it, movin' real nice and slow."

Arlette let out another gasp, staring wideeyed at the grotesque scene unfolding in front of her. Her fingers plowed teasingly through her wiry blonde pussy curls, the tips spreading her virgin cuntlips stickily apart, squeezing the juices from them. Her legs were shivering, and her nipples felt as if they were roasting in some horribly sticky juice.