Lisa gasped in pain from the shock of his savage fucking. She realized now that what she had thought were rough fuck moments before had been nothing. Larry was pounding her into the bed with every fuck-thrust now, flattening her ass cheeks and bruising her pussy lips with the brutal impact of his body against hers. She tried gripping him with her thighs to slow his onslaught, but he grabbed her right leg with his free hand and pressed it back until her knee touched her ear and her body was twisted like a pretzel beneath him.

Lisa's limber body shook with every punishing blow Larry's cock dealt her. Her head smacked painfully into the bed's ornate wooden headboard. Her body was crushed brutally into the bed with every thrust of Larry's cock.

The dazed blonde couldn't decide which was worse: the pain from the cock-thrashing Larry was giving her or the humiliation of having to kiss the soiled rubber while Larry smeared it over her pouting lips.

Larry angled his body so that he could have full advantage of the way his sexy young wife was twisted. He slicked his way into her cunt at an angle, stretching her inexperienced pussy in ways it had never been stretched before. Finally, she could take no more, and she clawed at his chest with her fingernails.

"Bitch!" Larry bellowed when her nails raked across his chest. "I hope you like the way you fucking looked in that tight little waitress outfit, because you'll be back shaking your ass for tips by the end of the fucking week!"

Lisa paused for an instant, confused as to what she should do next. The pain and humiliation she was feeling screamed out to her to fight back, to try to escape. But all her young life she had dreamed of being rich and respected, better than anyone else. She wavered in her attack, and Larry put a quick end to her rebellion.

She had never suspected Larry was fast enough to twist the rubber shut, drop it to the bed and close his fist around her right wrist in a blur of motion. Lisa had never suspected he was strong enough to grind the bones in her wrist together like a couple of frail twigs. The pain in her arm was so awful that she didn't fight at all when Larry yanked her hand above her head.