Words like those had always filled the blonde with a secret shudder of revulsion, whenever and wherever she'd heard them. They were dirty, like sex. Only now that she'd discovered the profound and unforgettable thrills of sex, and coming from the man she loved so wildly, they sparked her lust to an intense pitch.

"Yeesss! Oh Jack fuck me, darling, love your prick! OOooow love fucking you aaaaagh! Shoot it in, gimme your come, going crazy EEEEE! Gimme your hot cum!"

With a shuddering spasm, her luscious tight cunt gripped his pounding rod. Jack felt the final shred of his control slip away. Now he fucked her brutally, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder, ramming as deep into her burning slit as he could, squeezing her hot wet tits lustfully in his fingers as his cream burst out in long, violent spurts.

"G-g-god!" Carol screamed, wriggling with frantic bliss as the boiling jism stung her madly throbbing cunt. "N-N-Never stop fucking me Jack! Ooooh, I love your prick, oh honey, honey fuck me everywhere tonight! E-Everywhere!"

For a solid minute Jack gushed into her blazing pussy while he slid one hand down to rub his finger against her swollen silk-bud. Again she screamed and shuddered in convulsions, hugging his bursting rod so tightly in her molten slit he winced in pain. He'd long ago learned his sleek, handsome looks weren't enough to really lock up a woman. There were plenty of good-looking hustlers around. You had to back it up with proof, with a thorough, passionately fulfilling fuck. And if he'd ever had a victim locked up securely, it was the blonde bookkeeper for the gambling supply company. And that's why she was going to put the guard out for a couple of hours tonight. And let him into the warehouse, just long enough for the execution of the first step in his plan.