His erratic movement was becoming worse, he was having her swing back and forth, it really hurt her wrists. She glanced back over her shoulder again, and the expression on his face was not what she'd expected.<br/>Instead of gloating, his face was distorted in pain and fear. No, not fear. Terror.<br/>His thrusts never stopped, and neither was the flow of cum, wich seemed impossible, it had started to pour out of her and down her legs already, and it was still coming.