They were watching the video of her ‘performance’ the previous evening, vastly entertained, commenting on her sweet, tearful efforts to accommodate that enormous cock into her sex, working her hips, spreading her legs over the big man’s lap as wide as she could, mewing as she writhed over his naked fat body, so gross and hairy, until it was buried inside her, her hips jerking helplessly, his hands pinching and twisting at her stiff nipples, suddenly obviously needy, desperate, hungry for sexual release, mewling and crying, working herself towards an orgasm that shamed and devastated her, yelping her unwanted pleasure, crying and twitching.
The young one was saying; ‘I’ll bet she faked it, the little tart – good for business, the whore’.
Within Reason 