It was impossible for Grumm to understand just how much this was doing for Camilla. At least, at first. The harsh treatment was something the woman always sought and, given the relative weakness of her own kind, rarely found. Pulling Cam's hair drew a sharp cry, somewhat higher than her low, sultry norm. "Ah.. Hnn!" She couldn't find words.<br/><br/>Things somehow got better. Grumm was getting even more rough, pulling her hair and head back, hammering away into her ass, and those wonderful names. Each insult made her tense up a little more, each smack made her more wet. While one hand, longing for another cock to please, clutched the side of the table, the other rubbed her sensitive nub firmly.<br/><br/>It was the sound that did it for Camilla. Huge, thick meat in the ass was wonderful, but getting the sound right was hard. Those names, the sound of Grumm peppering her ass with slaps and, above all, the dull, animalistic tune of someone relentlessly slamming into another. That repeated "smack, smack, smack" filled Camilla's mind and sent her over the edge.<br/><br/>"Ahhn! Please, master! Cum!" Cam begged as she, first, came. This second climax was incredible, her body tensing, ass squeezing tightly around Grumm's monster. Camilla would be quivering for some time after that.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>