She remembered seeing dogs fucking when she was a child, fucking with such fury and passion that sometimes the bitch's cunt froze around the dog's prick and the animals had to be doused with water, shocked out of their fuck-fever, before they could disengage from one, another. Wouldn't that be a trip? she thought, looking up at her husband, sliding her fingers up and down his back. Wouldn't that be a trip? "Oh, faster," she moaned. "You can do it a lot faster if you want to, baby."

Pam reached lower, cupping the cheeks of his ass. She dug into the tight, hard-muscled flesh squeezing with all her might, and felt him tense and shudder in reply. The tips of her fingers moved into the crack of his ass and she started tickling his nuts from behind. Big nuts, she thought. Big nuts that went beautifully with a big hard cock. Damn him, he was the best! The fucking best! And she ought to know!

"Screw me like a whore," she panted into his ear as he chewed on her shoulder. Her fingers pinched at one of his balls. "Screw me like a whore. Get your hundred dollars worth out of me, baby!"

And did he screw her like a whore? Goddamned right he did! He loved to hear her say all the dirty words. "Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Use your big cock!"

He really got horny when he heard her saying things like that. Most men did. Well, what the hell? Pam liked to say the words too, but even more than saying, she liked to feel it, a big fierce cock burrowing in and out of her snatch like a jackhammer gone bananas, and she clenched her legs on Kerry while she kept toying with his ass and his balls.