"Leave her," he groaned between her thighs; "I like it when they scream. . ."
A knot tightened in Monica's stomach. The white of her eyes screamed silently against her irises. She kept jerking her head from side to side, whimpering, desperate to escape the cringing feeling of his wet mouth on her pussy.
Aggresively, Paul continued to eat her. Bits and strands of hair from his full mustache crept along the lining of her hairless vagina. She felt them- like an army of ants crawling all over her pink pussy, swarming her tender regions- threatening to sneak into her groin and devour her from within.
Heart racing, with the blackness of the looming cave around her, and the muscular figures pinning her down mercilessly, Monica shut her eyes- feeling less and less human, and more and more like a piece of property.
