Val Marrick - Tortured bride

The woman moaned with the pain in her violated ass. The sound was muffled by the pussy of the small man's wife, which was pressed over her upturned face. The plump but attractive, redheaded wife clutched her heavy boobs and squealed with delight.

"That feels so nice!" She looked down at the captive's large jugs. The nipples were dark as fine red wine. The redhead reached down to the bed beside her and picked up a riding crop. "Do it again!"

The prisoner's arms were tied behind her back, arching her nude body so that her tits jutted prominently. The naked redhead brought her quirt whistling down to land right across the cherry-sized nipples. This time the bound woman screamed full-throatedly into the red-furred pussy. The redhead sighed, and her cunt filled the other woman's mouth with hot pussy oils.

"She's got such lovely black hair, Herbert," the redhead told her husband, running her fingers through the lustrous hair streaming out from the captive's head. The other woman looked up at her with frightened, pain-filled eyes, her face framed by the cheeks of the redhead's ass. "And eyes – I've never seen eyes like this. So deep blue, and so funny shaped. Almost slanted."

Herbert grunted and began to pull his cock out of the captive's rump. The long, lean body began to writhe on the bed as his cock seemed to tear the lining of the prisoner's ass passage. He bit his lips. It was as if his cock were ultra-sensitive tonight, and every movement of the woman's butt delighted his prick beyond comparison.

"I wonder what a beautiful girl like this is doing in a place like this?" the redhead asked. Herbert shrugged and thrust his cock back up the tied-up beauty's ass. At the same time his wife raked blows on the big, bare jugs.

Yvonne opened her cuntjuice-filled mouth and shrieked with hopeless agony.

In the small bedroom behind the motel office, Diana Burden smiled and nodded at the screen. "Nice," she murmured dreamily. She felt the awakening of lust in her pussy and smelled the tang of aroused cunt. "How long do you think we can keep this up, honey?"

"Hey," Mike said, a bit breathlessly, "what do you think the little guy is going to do with that cigarette?"

Diana shook her head, toying with the cockhead with her tongue. But she rolled her eyes around to watch.

She didn't want to miss any of this.