"Oh… oh… yes, yes, Darling… yesssss!" Lynn whimpered, his beautiful and lewd love words setting her brain aflame with passion. "Oh, Lord, do it. Lover! Please fuck me good and empty your love juice into me! I need it so badly!"

She couldn't restrain from squirming onto her back and forcefully drawing him between her widespread thighs, opening and lifting her legs further as she reached down between them to find his prick, her eyes closed, her mouth opened and breathing heavily as she heard him grunt when her fingers encircled its hot hardness. "OOhhh Goddd!" she moaned, manipulating his turgid cock-head upward from her buttocks between the moist lips of her wanting cunt, spreading them and the entwining golden pubic hair apart, finally placing it at the mouth of her quivering little vagina. She felt his warm, strong hands clutching at her breasts and the ecstasy of his weight cradled between her thighs, heavy upon her pelvis and stomach. "Oh… Lover… Darling… fuck me now… oh, please, my sweet! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Two years was a damned long time, Earl Carter had been thinking ever since Lynn had made contact and let him know she was arriving, and with the loot! Jesus Christ, he'd pulled it off… they had pulled it off! He couldn't have done it without her… the luscious doll. Christ, all he had to do was think of that voluptuous body of hers and his prick jumped and throbbed as if it'd been hot-wired. Damn, what a merry ass-romping he was going to give her as quickly as he could get her to a sack. He couldn't help but wonder what two years had done to her sexually. She'd always been a fair lay, and what she lacked in know-how she fucking well made up in physical attributes. Shit, he could almost cum just picturing her lying there naked and waiting before him.

He sat at a bar in International Airport drinking top-grade whiskey… a forgotten luxury… wearing his only Goddamned suit and bluffing his way along.