She can only manage to moan

Emily moaned.

“I said, don’t you slut?” he asked more forcefully, reaching up and giving her breast a rough squeeze.

Emily’s moan rose in pitch.

“I said, don’t you, you stupid, good-for-nothing bimbo whore?” he shouted at her, slapping her across the cheek.

“YES! YES! I love it! Please don’t stop!” He slapped her several more times, turning her cheeks red and suddenly she was convulsing in his lap, her pussy clenching his fingers. “...yes, yes, yes…” she mumbled over and over again.

As she came back down she found Bill still fingering her now sopping pussy. She sat back upright and once again began working her hands up and down his enormous shaft. She felt like she needed to repay him. She looked him in the eyes and once again saw the hunger in them. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. She instinctively turned her head away. Despite just having just come on his hands, she felt like a kiss was still too intimate. He didn’t let the rejection slow him down and he began kissing ear and then sucking on her neck. This soon had her breathing heavily again. He bit her earlobe gently, drawing a deep breath from her. He then kissed his away along her cheek until he was kissing the corner of her mouth. He brought his tongue out and began licking her lips hungrily.

Emily was practically panting now, and she let her tongue come to the front of her mouth so that Bill’s tongue made more and more contact with it as he attacked the outside of her mouth. Without even realising she’d ended up with her facing him again. She pushed her tongue further forward and their tongues began running over each other. They both brought their faces forward and locked lips, their tongues exploring each other's mouths with a deep need. Emily felt a perverted thrill run her as she felt his flabby mouth pushed against hers and tasted tobacco on his breath.

Bill brought his spare hand up and began tightly squeezing her breast. She moaned into his mouth at the rough treatment. He brought his hand back and slapped her breast. She moaned louder and began pumping his dick harder to encourage him. He slapped her breast again and again, each one more savage than the last until he felt her squirting on his fingers again, moaning loudly into his mouth as she continued to hungrily make out with him.

Once she’d relaxed again he pushed her off his lap. She stood in front of him, breathing hard. “I want to try one last thing,” Bill said, laying himself on his back along the couch, his dick pointing towards the roof.

“I don’t think we should be doing that…” Emily said, looking at Bill’s cock with trepidation.