Still going?

"Not bad." Mike says, looking over Jenny's trembling form.

"But I think we can go another round or two."

He reaches down, grabbing her hair and pulling her face off the pillow.

She struggles to catch her breath, her face dripping with sweat and tears.

"D-daddy, please..." She pleads, her voice weak and shaky.

Jenny seemed at her limit. She'd been fucked senseless, cumming her brains out almost continuesly.

She was barely able to form sentences.

Mike ignored the plea and simply lifted her legs up behind his arms and place his hands at the back of her head.

Her legs were spread wide and she was folded in half.

His massive cock rested against her soaked cunt, the tip gently kissing her sensitive clit.

Jenny looked like she'd bitten off more than she could chew.

"I think I might promote you to my regular bitch rotation." Mike says, rubbing his cock against her entrance.

"That is, if you can last until I finish fucking your brains out."

Jenny shoots you a pleading look as if to beg for mercy, but her eyes quickly turn glassy and unfocused as Mike enters her again.

You watch on your front row seat as whatever semblance of sanity Jenny had left is fucked right out of her.

She was completely overwhelmed by Mike's massive cock, and she could barely take it.

The sound of her juices, the wet squelching of his thrusts, and the smell of their arousal fill the room.

And there you are, kneeling on the floor, face coated in his cum, cock straining against the tiny cage, and the taste of him still on your tongue.

You've never been so humiliated, so degraded, or so turned on.

And you're not sure how much more of this you can take.

Mike was a beast, and he showed no signs of stopping.

Jenny was completely wrecked, her pussy was a mess.