Max began fucking slowly at first, his hips rising and falling against her asscheeks, the pressure of his thighs flattening her full ass. It was getting harder and harder for her to breathe. The helpless girl wondered for one crazy minute if it were physically possible to be fucked to death. The huge, blood-bloated knob of his prick made her think so. "Ughhfhhffhfff!" she moaned.

Jack was, still trying to work his prickhead into her mouth, slapping her across the face, but making sure non of his moves spoiled Max's enjoyment.

"Uhhhh, man, baby, this is something else ridin' this bitch is a real trip," Max groaned, stopping his fucking for a second and shaking the sweat from his face. His hands were braced on either side of her jutting shoulder blades as he kept on fucking her from the rear. "She's gettin' hot, really hot and wet. Gettin' easier to fuck the little bitch."

Cindy groaned, writhing helplessly under him, agonizing to the constant beating pressure of his prick. She flexed her cunt muscles together, still trying to slide out that unwelcome intruder. But the pressure of his muscles and tendons seemed to arouse Max all the more. He shuddered on top of her, hitting the back of her head at times, pinching her asscheeks at others, but always fucking her, driving in his prick again and again.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted.

Max flexed in again. Cindy held her breath now as she felt his fat fuck-pole jerking around inside her. Max was lowering himself completely onto her body, his hands smoothing down her naked thighs, pinching the flesh while he moved his hips subtly from side to side. She felt completely possessed, taken over by his prick. And now he was pulling up, withdrawing slowly. Cindy could feel her elastic pussy walls shrinking back together like the top of a drawstring purse. How odd! It seemed to be increasing that hot, itchy feeling that had begun to take her over.