Jack takes Marilyn on the floor

Jack felt his heart race as their bodies moved together in a forbidden dance. The sexual tension was overwhelming, and he knew he couldn't resist her any longer. He lifted Marilyn into his arms, carrying her to the Persian rug that had once seemed so calm and serene.

As they fell onto the rug, Jack's hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her. She met his every touch with a passionate fervor, their lips locked in a kiss that seemed to last for hours. Her breathing was heavy, her body writhing against him as he explored her flesh.

Marilyn moaned softly, "Jack, I need you inside me now. I've been dreaming of this moment for so long, and I can't hold back any longer."

With that, Jack slid her dress up, revealing her lace-trimmed thigh-high stockings. Looking farther, he saw she was wearing a tiny red thong that matched her dress. Marilyn was pulling down his zipper and fished out his thickening shaft. Jack pulled down her thong, making her bridge her legs to get them off.

Marilyn's eyes widened with desire as she gazed upon Jack's erect manhood. She couldn't believe how big and hard he was, and she knew that this was her moment to finally unleash her desires. Jack positioned himself at the entrance to Marilyn's slick and waiting pussy, and without a second thought, he thrust himself inside her.

The feeling was like nothing they had ever experienced before. The sensation of being so intimately connected with someone who was meant to be a vessel for their pain and sadness was overwhelming and exhilarating. Their bodies moved in perfect synchronization, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through them.

Jack could feel Marilyn's nails digging into his back as she moaned, "Fuck me, Jack! Fuck me harder! I need you so bad!"

Jack just growled, increasing his pace, each thrust pushing them closer to the edge.