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” Roy orders. Too tired to argue I slowly and carefully bring my knees to my chest and find that if I move too fast, I’ll pitch head first to the floor. Roy kneels on the bed behind me. His hands grasp me firmly by the hips. His member, hard and poking me from behind. Roy moves closer, forcing my knees closer to the edge, sudden fear of falling brings me out of my daze as I look at him over my shoulder. With one deep thrust, he mounts me. Roy’s cock, covered in the oil and my body’s own juices aiding in the penetration. Hard and deep, he thrusts, mating me, like a bitch in heat. Grunting at each apex, slamming against my cervix. His hands move to my shoulders, giving him a better grip. Making his cock go even deeper, filling me all the more. My waist length red hair, comes unbound and swings lose, covering my face and touching the floor. It swishes across the carpet with each back and forth thrust from behind. Over and over he rams me, his grunts and my moans fill my ears. The bed. The deafening high-pitched wail of sirens penetrate the walls and I watch her lips tremble as she curses under her breath, making the room spin around as I briefly consider passing the reins back to her.As I proceed to peel off a cosmetic cover from the IED, I reveal a timer with angrily flashing numbers, 17:54.Chez goes on to do something dumbfuck crazy.“Surgeon, you’re not to remove your helmet!” I warn her, “Or your suit.” Which she does, regardless.“Don’t mind me, just get on with the bomb. I trust you.” She rips all the clothes off her upper body and starts playing with her hard nipples.“What the fucking hell?” I try in vain to shackle my eyes and not glare at her as she’s tucking her hand into her combat trousers. She’s obscenity fingering herself while watching me thread the wires. “Mmm yeah, basic IED, almost too simple to arouse me,” she giggles. Then as if needing a catalyst, she tastes herself. Whatever bomb defusing manual I had running in my brain, it now disintegrates.
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