He hadn’t planned on it, not really. Fantasized about it, yes. But when he saw her on the trail ahead of him, unmistakable with that mane of russet hair, the strappy open backed exercise top…That perfect ASS in boyshorts…well, he became inflamed with lust. No one was around, that was the other thing, he really had her all to himself. He trotted up behind her just as she reached her car. She turned at the sound of his approach, and that sassy smile started to spread across her face, the mocking look in her eyes…That look didn’t last long, it turned to surprise and shock when he grabbed a handful of her hair and used it has a handle, forced her with his full weight onto her knees on the gravel. Her eyes wide with shock and fear as he shoved himself into her mouth. Yes, it was that easy, no fluffing necessary, just seeing her hip-swinging stride from behind had him hard as a rock. And then those full beautiful lips around his shaft and her nose buried in his pubes and she was struggling, gagging on it as he filled her throat, the beautiful eyes now tear-filled, looking up imploringly, he pulled her head away, let her catch a panicky breath, let him catch a nice glimpse down at the tops of those breasts, heaving, slick with her saliva, then crammed her face onto his dick again, and again, and then he was spraying, jesus he’s never cum so fast or so much, starting in her mouth, and then painting her lips, her cheeks, over her eyelids, dripping off her chin onto those beautiful tits mixing with her drool, and he just kept spasming…And she was watching him. But different now. Those eyes. Triumphant? Jubilant? He staggers back, releasing her hair and flees: now he is the one who is terrified. He could go to jail. Or lose his job. Or his marriage…