No, she demands it.*

Though panting intensely, her legs spread wide, the naked Monika refuses to play Orterres' game. “Do you want to talk or fuck?” She glares up at him.

“Damn you Carmesí.” The equally horny Orterres concedes and strips. Stroking his sizable cock rigid he unceremoniously spreads Monika's cunt lips with his fingers and rams himself into the redhead.

“Argh.” The bounty hunter gasps at the savagery of Orterres' penetration. Sliding her hands out of her ripped clothing Monika flails around until she grasps onto the edge of the desk as Orterres begins to furiously slam away on her.

“This is called a 'punishment fuck', Chichotas.” He growls as he violently thrusts in and out as the bounty hunter's body quakes into a raging orgasm. The screaming Monika, however, doesn't beg but gets off on the challenge and sheer fury of the massive weapon pummeling her defenseless sheath. Wrapping her legs around the gangster’s waist, she beckons for more.

The surprised Orterres can only continue to fuck away at the furious pace he has set. He inflicts a second orgasm on the redhead, but the weakness that is common to all men soon appears as he feels the rush of his own approaching orgasm. When he slightly slows his pace it's Monika's turn to pounce.

“Oh hell no!” She protests with a wicked grin and trusting herself up off the desk pins Orterres back down into his chair.

“I heard you were good at this.” The redhead cruel taunts as she constricts her cunt muscle around the gangster's pulsating cock while rhythmically rocking her hips back and forth as she beings to lower herself up and down on the gangster's shaft at an ever quickening pace.

“Witch!” Orterres soon cries while surrendering his seed into the conquering bounty hunter.

Monika humps away on the spent gangster for a few minutes until she is satisfied. Dismounting the defeated man, the sarcastic redhead quips, “I've had worse. At least I won't have to masturbate tonight.”

Lying gasping in his chair, his expended limp cock draped over his leg, Orterres stammers, “Damn you. I told Luis you're a she-demon.”

Cobbling together her torn clothing as best she can Monika grabs the day pass and struts out with one last quip. “I'd be up for round four, once you work out that little stamina problem.”