The thunder started from her groin and built up momentum as it travelled the length of her body. Xxx It was huge, veiny, ready. He pounded in and out of her. This was no longer her vagina or her pussy, this was her CUNT. Not so much the person as the task. Her mind saw colors, saw flashes of light, she felt restrained, violated, animalistic. That momentary glimpse into the crack in his armour let her know that even though he was on top of her with his hand around her neck, she was in control. She allowed him a touch. To him, this was the perfect view. For a fleeting moment she was unsure of his intentions, but the pressure he exerted was just enough to heighten her already nearly out of control state of animal aggression.
