Linda's sobs were ragged now, each one torn from her chest and punctuated by desperate, wheezing gasps for breath as I kept hammering my thick cock into her tight, slick asshole.
The wet, filthy plap-plap-plap of flesh against flesh echoed loudly through the oppressive silence of the room, a grotesque rhythm that underscored Linda's utter humiliation.
But it wasn't enough for Diana. She pressed her lips to Linda's ear, her voice a husky, venomous whisper that slithered into the woman's trembling form like a serpent.
"Don't just lie there crying like a broken toy, bitch. Scream for him. Let your daughter hear every filthy sound you make."
Her words ignited something feral inside me. My rhythm turned savage.
I pulled out hard, stretching Linda's ruined asshole into a gaping, twitching ring with every inch, then slammed back in with brutal force — deeper, harder, battering against that sensitive spot between her ass and cunt.
