It was so tender, yet so tight-fitting that he knew he would not be able to postpone his own orgasm for very long. His huge balls that swung to and fro in the V of her spread thighs were aching to spew gallons of his hot, white seed into her palpitating vagina. Her hips were bumping back against him, matching each of his strong thrusts, her ass cheeks rippling with each jarring contact against him. The tender pink lining of her vagina pulled out almost an inch each time he withdrew and folded back inside with each in-stroke, and the wet sluicing sounds of cock in cunt were enough to drive him crazy.

But just fucking this heavenly cunt wasn't enough for Ike Harvey. She was going to be a special asset to his business as well as an instrument for revenge against her husband. Ike stopped and looked down at the pink-lipped cunt that continued slipping wetly over the throbbing shaft. Taking her hips in his hands, he planted his cock deep and held it there, keeping her spongy bottom snug against him.

"You like it, don't you, you hot little cunt?" he hissed obscenely.

Kim kept squirming her hips urgently against him, seeking her orgasm, mushing her soft wet vulval tissues around against base of his cock. Ike felt a gush of her boiling fluids spill out over his balls. "Yes," she whined. "Oh, yes, I do!"

"And do you want me to finish you?"

"Yes! Please!"

Ike laughed, pushing against her and feeling the end of his cock deep in her belly. "You're a slut you know," she said. "A whore." When she hesitated, he slapped her ass, and said, "Aren't you?"

"Yes," she sobbed, shaking her hips. "Please, I want to come."

"You want to come because you're a whore. Right?"

"Y-Yes, I'm a whore, a slut," Kim groaned. "Please!"

"Please what?"

"Please make me come."