Rebecca faints

A pathetic, broken-tea-kettle whine started to rise from the back of Rebecca’s throat as she looked up at Kirk, eyes filled with awe and fear. He returned the look with a cold one of his own. The only part of his face that had shown during his days in the business were his eyes, so he’d learned to control any bitch with just a look.

What his eyes were telling Rebecca right now was that she was fucked. Utterly fucked. Back in the day, his co-stars had been professionals—seasoned nymphomaniacs more accustomed to hard fucking than anybody else in the world.

And they’d still been no match for him.

Kirk had left every one of his on-screen partners a broken, quivering mess. He still got letters from some of them, telling him how no other man could compare and begging him to fuck them again.

Rebecca whimpered. It was clear she knew just how out of her league she was. A worthless office slut like her couldn’t possibly handle a man like Rick Silver, and Kirk’s hard stare reinforced that.

With a shudder and a squeak, her cunt suddenly gushed girlcum all over Kirk’s leather shoe. He hadn’t even been touching her any more, but clearly knowing that she was in the same room as the man whose videos she’d rubbed herself silly to night after night after night was too much for her to handle. Her squeak became a moan, and her moan became a gasp as the untouched orgasm just kept going, causing her to tremble all over. She squirted more and more, drenching her panties and the front of her skirt. Finally, her eyes rolled back and she fell over backward, passed out.