The head—thick, blunt, still coated in Lena's ass and Vess's own wine—pressed against her wine-soaked ring. He did not push in yet. He grabbed the rope. He pulled her toward him. Then he shoved her away.
She swung.
The rope carried her backward. Then he yanked her forward. Her body flew toward him. The momentum drove her ass directly onto his cock.
SKHLRK—POP—
"MMMMNPH~!! KKKKHAAAAANNGHHHHHH~!!"
Twelve inches speared into her ass in one brutal, swinging thrust. The wine had lubricated her, but the stretch was still absolute. Her eyes rolled back. Her throat bulged around the gag. Her body convulsed. The rope creaked. Her heavy tits swayed violently from the impact.
He swung her again.
He pulled back. He shoved her away. She swung outward. Then he yanked the rope. She flew back. Her ass slammed onto his cock. The impact was wet and loud. The flesh of her thick thighs and heavy buttocks trembled with the collision. Her body was a pendulum. A toy. A thing to be swung and fucked.
