Listening to Joyce's crazed laughter, we couldn't help but wonder if she had completely lost her mind.
She yelled at us, her voice dripping with mockery, "You idiots, I don't need your help! Oh God, this feels so good... this is some amazing sex... Mr. James, harder!"
Joyce shamelessly thrust her hips back, giving Dawson even deeper access.
Dawson continued his brutal assault, and with one particularly forceful thrust, her sphincter finally tore. Blood spilled out, the crimson streaks staining her pale skin.
The sight of the blood only seemed to excite Dawson further. With a twisted grin, he raised his hand and delivered a series of vicious slaps to her already-reddened buttocks.
The sharp sound of "smack" echoed in the air as Joyce's flesh turned red and swollen.
Yet, instead of cry
