Chapter 8
The last ripples of her orgasm had hardly faded when the shocked girl felt her excitement rising again. The stinging rain of slaps continued and each time that Rick's hard flesh struck hers the moaning, sweating little blonde would wiggle and bounce on his throbbing, wrist-thick post.
The dull, wet sound of flesh smacking against flesh caught Barbara's attention and as she bucked and waggled on the bar of meat that was trying to tear her in half she turned her head.
Tex was still ramming his long, blood-coated c**k in and out of Mona Marsh's stretched ass. The big man had gripped the soft flesh of her cheeks and was pulling them wide as he worked himself in and out of her. Another man had taken possession of her drooling, dripping mouth and was sawing his bloated c**k in an
