"Jesus Christ!" she heard him grunt in English, while his fingers ground deeply into her belly, making her cry out. She felt an increased pressure at her hips, then he was pulling and guiding her onto her knees, forcing himself up behind her. She didn't resist, but let herself be maneuvered, although the animalistic position completely embarrassed her. She had never kneeled in front of a man before.

Madeleine felt him inch closer between her widespread thighs, separating them even further with his knees, ramming his lust-inflated cock deeper and deeper, to the very hilt… his heavy, bloated balls swaying and slapping against her now erect and quivering clitoris as it peeked from its little shrine between the spread moist lips of her tight cunt. Stretched open this way, he was reaching an unmerciful depth inside her, forcing gasp after gasp of deceiving pain-pleasure from her panting mouth. Her back had already begun to ache from the cruel pressure of his hands about her waist, thrusting her upper torso down so that her buttocks loomed up toward his face. She had never even dreamed such debasement before in her young life; she wondered… how could she ever face anyone again?

The pleasure was growing… the pain lessening… a never-before weird, erotic sensation; her loins tingled and clenched and there began a tiny, maddening, electric-like prickling that instigated deep within her womb and seeped relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her flesh. His groin pounded her buttocks with punishing, resounding emphasis. She heard little wailing groans commence to escape him, and her own sensations had begun to ripple through her cunt and out the inflamed, fleece-lined lips, dancing like fire across her thighs.