Joe was breathing harder, twisting his dirty fingers like a drill into her cunt, shoving them down deep until his knuckles were brushing up against her tight, rubbery outer cunt-lips. He laughed cruelly, bringing his other hand down and tangling his fingers into her hair. While he finger-fucked the minister's wife, he jerked her head inches above the mattress, yanking and pulling at her blonde strands until her eyelids fluttered. She cried out again, hot tears rolling down her face while her legs beat against the mattress.

Tiring of the game, Joe pulled his fingers from her pussy and let go of her hair, watching as the woman fell back limply against the mattress and crawled back against the wall.

"Mmmmm, hot pussy. Man, oh man, never thought the reverend's wife could be this hot. You must tie up his cock every night, or…" Joe looked at her with a crooked smile, pushing his fingers through his thick black curly hair. His mustache moved like a small animal over his upper lip. "Or, the old man ain't givin' you no prick. Bet that's it, huh, bitch? That's why you're bubblin' over. Well, old Joe and his brothers'll make sure you ain't never gonna want for no cock no more."

"No, Joe! You're filthy!"

Joe crawled onto the mattress, his prick bobbing up and down like a tree limb in a storm.

"Yeah, nice hot pussy. That's what you got, bitch. You're probably gonna cry when I stick this big mother in you."

Joe bent down, grabbing the belt from the floor and bringing it up to the panting woman. Ellen saw him gripping both ends of the black leather, drawing it up and pressing it first against her shoulders, then sliding it up, up until the smooth end was pushing against her windpipe.