"You fucking cunt bitch!" he yelled, backhanding her this time, his sturdy knuckles

splitting her lip slightly. "You want to fuck with me? I'll fuck you so you stay fucked, you

cocksucking slut!"

Smith's nine inches were rock hard by this time, and the sight of blood trickling from

Holly's split lip caused a sympathetic trickle of clear, sticky fluid to erupt from the tip of his cock.

He reached over for the pocketknife the guard had dropped when he head-butted her, then

scooted forward and slapped the girl's face with his thick meat.

"Suck me, bitch," he said, showing her the knife. "Let's see how you compare to little

sis."