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Bull walked into the cellar, and an amused grin appeared on his face, as he observed Mike's minimal attire of lacy-topped stockings and garter belt. "I see Butch has been up to his old tricks!" he said, with a chortle.
"Fuck you!" Mike snarled, wincing with pain.
Bull ignored him, and walked over to the trembling Angelica. "You and I have some unfinished business, babe!" he growled, reaching out and grasping her left breast, and squeezing it, viciously.
"Aaaaauugghhhh!" Angelica cried out in pain, as he squeezed her nipple between his finger and thumb, then stretched it, almost beyond its elastic limit, before letting it go. Tears of pain glistened in her eyes, but she still stared back at him, defiantly, her head held high.
"You only came on to me in the Pink Flamingo, so you could find out where we had the hooker stashed, for the boyfriend here, didn't you, you conniving bitch?" He started applying pressure to her other nipple.
"Aaaiieee! Yes, yes!" she gasped, arching her back and writhing in agony. "Please stop!"
"I thought as much! Well, you owe me, bitch, you owe me big, and I'm gonna get what's owing to me!" he snarled, unbuckling his belt, and pulling down the zip of his denims. He pulled out his already semi-hard prick, swiftly jacking it into full erection, then stepped up close to her.
"No, please..." she pleaded, trying to pull away. To her surprise, he stepped around behind her, and began to pull apart her buttocks. "Ooooh, noooooh, pleeaasseeee!" she pleaded, desperately, trembling with fear.
"Leave her alone, you bastard!" Mike croaked, horrified.
"Don't worry, I ain't no arse bandit!" Bull chuckled. "I just like it from the rear!" He slid his shaft between her shapely ass cheeks, and swiftly located her fuck-hole. Then, firmly gripping her hips, he pulled her back onto his rampant cock.
"Aaaaugh!" Angelica gasped, as much from relief as anything else, as his penis slipped into her vagina. For a few moments, she'd imagined the powerful thug was going to rape her anus.
His hands came around, over the tops of her thighs, gripping the tender, inside flesh of her inner thighs, as he pulled himself deep into her vulva. "Yeah, nice and tight, just the way I like it!" he growled. He began to ease in and out of her clinging confines, whilst his fingertips drew apart the fleshy hood hiding her clitoris. Then began to play with her love button, swiftly teasing it into full, fat erectness.
"Mmmmmnn, auuuugghh!" She squirmed with pleasure, her terror temporarily forgotten, as she felt an orgasm rushing up from the depths of her belly.
Mike snarled and tugged at his shackles, in a jealous rage, as he watched the muscle-bound thug shagging his girlfriend. "You filthy bastard!" he choked, almost incoherent with fury. For some inexplicable reason, he had developed a massive hard-on again?
Angelica threw her head back, eyes tight shut, back arched, as she felt herself about to tumble over the edge, into a mind-blowing orgasm. "Oh, yes, yes, yes! Do it to me, do it to me!" she gasped, thrusting her hips back to meet each powerful lunge, now a prisoner of lust, as well as her physical restraints.
Suddenly, she orgasmed, and she started to buck and writhe on the end of his cock. "Oh Jesus, don't stop, don't stop!" she gasped, as her pussy spasmed, wildly about his pistoning gristle.
Bull grinned, and redoubled his efforts, his hands cupping and squeezing her taut breasts. "You are... some... hot bitch!" he panted.