It's not the same as the crop: it's worse. And that's better. It hardly takes a few strikes until Monty's body seizes, tenses, their abused little pussy squirting aggressively as they cum from the constant overstimulation.

They're not expecting the agony of doing so however, and they whines sharply, their legs jerking and trying to close against that overwhelming tremble of feeling. "S-sorry, sir," they keen, "I couldn't - couldn't help myself -"