She realized dimly that it had been months since her husband had fucked her, and though she'd never liked men much, she and her husband had enjoyed themselves sexually before his illness. She couldn't be getting hot, though, not while being fucked like this!

"Fuck me, bitch!" Wayne shouted, watching Karen's tanned, taut ass shimmy as he drove his cock into her and laid the belt across her shoulders. "Suck up my cum you high-class twat!"

Karen moaned incoherently deep in her throat. Her cunt was clamping on Wayne's cock like a clenching fist. Her juices were leaking out of her pussy and wetting the golden hair of her cunt and the powerful stock of Wayne's prick. Her whole body was on fire, from the fucking, from the beating, from the cock that was smothering her. The muscles in her arms and legs stood out like steel cords as she strained against the bonds that held them.

Mark drove his cock in harder, plugging her throat, flattening her tonsils as he shoved inch after inch of his gigantic prick past the stretched ring of her lips. Saliva and pre-cum bubbled past the tight ring, leaving smears on her cheeks and chin. There was a constant drip of fuck-juice down her throat now, too. This was the first cock other than her husband's that Karen had ever sucked, and now she was drinking his pre-cum. She knew that soon she'd get more to drink than that.

She tried to apply suction to Mark's cock as he drove it into her. She tried to do anything that would get him to stop driving his cock down her throat and let her breathe. There wasn't much she could do, though, with her jaws levered unnaturally far apart and her tongue smashed flat to the bottom of her mouth. She could use her cunt on Wayne's cock, though, and she fucked back against him with animal lust now, her mind confused about whether she was just trying to end his brutal fucking and beating of her or if she were truly excited.