"Yeah, keep tellin' me you don't want it while you bounce that ass up and down!"

He was twisting her nipples now, crushing them under his jagged thumbnails like berries while the woman screamed out her pain. Every ounce of her tits throbbed with pain while that prick rammed hard and cruelly into her pussy. Toward the end, Max threw himself completely on her like a mounting dog, biting into her neck until he broke the flesh. She screamed, throwing her head back, feeling the riot of lightning-like sparks blast through her cunt-hole. She tried raising herself, the constant swiveling of her ass continuing. She had to have that wonderful release right now! There couldn't be any delay.

Lydia had to cum, and cum hard. Thoughts of her home, her daughter, her reputation evaporated while Max's fingernails clawed at her sensitive flubs. The combination of the ungodly stretching in her cunt-hole and the gouging, tearing pain around her nipples… made her, mind blanch. All she wanted was to have those tense, hot feelings increase in her until the pain and the swelling and the spinning knot of tension in her belly swept over her.

"Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck!" Lydia cried, dazed with her own lust.

This was what she had been praying for, what she had secretly been hoping for when she had nervously come up the sagging steps of Max's house. And it was happening, happening with a terrible vengeance. The throbbing ache in her heavy tits needed more. She forced the hard tipped globes against his hands, feeling the scratching agony in her nipples burn like the fire that rushed through all her nerves. Crazed with hatred and lust, she tried to grind the big man's cock off his crotch. Even the soft firmness of her ass tensed, the crack grabbing at his cock-hairs.

It was a struggle on the broad bed, the frame under the mattress squeaking and groaning with their double weight.