"Fuck her, fuck her harder," Vito chanted in time to the hard rhythmic thrusts, hardly able to contain his glee while he watched the girl's helplessly flattening ass-cheeks sliding down the length of Billy's rock hard instrument. He could see the rigid cock's slow withdrawal between them, pulling the thin soft ridges of her pink, wetly glistening cuntal flesh out with it as she screwed her pelvis down into the floor – and the entry – pushing the soft folds back into her and the moist shiny length was swallowed whole, back into the salaciously ravished opening. Only his fear of Billy's vicious temper kept him from attempting to get on her himself. What he wouldn't give, he gloated to himself, to hold the snotty little bitch pinned in that lewd helpless position, squirming like a fly on his aching cock buried deep in her belly. Spoiled, proud, innocent! She was everything he wanted to humiliate and subjugate to his perverted will. He had his rights too, and he was going to get his turn at her proud little pussy when they got to the warehouse, no matter what Billy had said.

Ellen's mind sank into a dim haze of consciousness as she felt the man behind her shift and his brutal strokes sinking into her deeper and harder, the giant head sliding up and down her warm viscous passage slamming hard against her cervix and his soft balls slapping hotly against the widespread slit of her pussy below. Warm rushes of air raced between her thighs as he plunged in again even more brutally, building into a wild crescendo of fucking as though he meant to tear her to shreds. She sensed instinctively that he was going to cum, and her soft whimpers broke into a torrent of wild helpless sobbing at the thought of his lewd sperm spilling deep into her belly. Oh God, he was going to cum in her and fill her with his hot sticky lust, maybe even make her pregnant, she thought, trembling in horror before the imminent, final shame of his ejaculation into her defenseless belly.