Monica barely understood what he was saying anymore, but moaned whenever he asked her what sounded like a question.

He’d been fucking her ass all day, stopping just long enough to eat or go to the bathroom before pounding up her acing hole again. She’d started to really loosen up, so he had taken to pulling almost completely free and then slamming back into her as hard as his hips would thrust.

Sure, it was going to be hell sitting, walking, or just existing for the next couple of weeks, but her ass was there to be used and he was kind enough to use it. She’d have to get him a gift basket or something.