"Come on, honey, make it good," he grunted encouragingly from between her splayed-open loins as he kneaded lustfully at her heavily palpitating breasts through her clothing. "When you cum, pretend we're getting a dollar for each little tingle."

With a tiny guttural cry, Diane involuntarily ground her ivory-like hips forward against his face, burying his hotly flicking tongue all the way to the roots again as he renewed his lewd attack up between her open thighs. She was powerless now to struggle anymore against the unrelenting wonderful thrill that rocked her very soul, even though she felt a simultaneous quivering of distaste at the lewd, inconsiderate meaning of the words he had just uttered. A wildly rising erotic fire replaced her sense of revulsion and wounded dignity… replaced everything. Seldom in their still-new marriage had she ever so quickly felt so utterly wanton with him, so wild to be shamelessly and deeply satisfied.

"How many dollars have you got now, honey?" he asked abruptly, once again pulling away his pussy-moistened mouth to grin lewdly up at her. "Would you like to earn more?"

"Ohhh, yessssss, Bill," she crooned responsively, hardly conscious of what she was saying. Spreading her long legs wider and wider to give him greater access to her cuntal crevice, she begged without thought of shame. "Hurry, darling, hurry. Kiss me… kiss me down there. Faster! Oh, God, I'm almost there!"

Every young muscle the silken-haired girl possessed was alerted as she strained her naked, creamy-white buttocks upward towards the exciting red probe swirling deeply and wetly up between her legs.