She did her best to pay attention to her. An attractive brunette of about twenty with something, a business skirt a bit shorter than usual, a blouse seductively fits her toned body, black bra laces stand out clearly under a white cloth. Long dark hair was not in perfect condition, an unacceptable haircut at a business meeting, but neat enough to go to a cafe in the evening ... In which she actually sat now, sipping an alcoholic cocktail, and looking at the “object”.

For him, she should have seemed a tired unmarried office worker who, after a long day, came to the bar to free her head from worries, drink a glass-second, and possibly find a partner for the night. And in her opinion, she perfectly performed this role.

In terms of cover, besides ordinary fake passports and apartments, there was even an office, indistinguishable from the present, the SVR provided agents with everything necessary. She had a small detail - to fulfill its mission. Find out if the person in question is a US intelligence agent. Girls have always coped well with such tasks. To be alone with a man, to get rid of clothes, and in the heat of passion, or in a sweet slumber after it, he must split.

For the third day, she came to a cafe, in which, according to reliable information, there was often an “object”. Veronica chose a place in the corner, from which the entrance is clearly visible, and carefully looked at the faces of visitors. And on the third day she was lucky.

The man answering to the description and photos took a place at the bar, along with his friend. She did not hear what they were talking about because of the noise in the room, but she noticed that his friend looked at her from time to time. “It would not have picked up the wrong one ...” thought Veronica darkly.

Time passed, her watch showed half past nine. She ordered another cocktail, and glanced at a couple of men at the bar. It can be seen luck to her today smiled, because the right man took a glass of drink, got up from the counter and headed in her direction.

- Hey, Fisk! - threw him in the back of his friend

- Do not worry, I have everything under control - he answered, and continued on his way to her table. A charming smile gleamed on his face.

Two hours later

- Oooh ... great ... yes! - Fisk Black (if that was his real name) made sounds of pleasure, while Veronica licked the head of his rather big member with her tongue.

After a brief conversation at the bar, he offered to go to his apartment. Of course, she agreed, and she did not have time to come to her senses when she knelt in front of him, opposite his unbuttoned pants. Not the way she planned, but still not bad. It was necessary to soften the "object" to get information, and high-quality blowjob had to cope with the task.

She took his hand at the base, ran her palm up and down, completely exposing the head, and ran the tip of her tongue over it. Circling it in circular motions, causing Fisk's quiet sigh. Licking her red lips, she opened her mouth and clasped a little below the head, as if trying on. The moisture of her mouth, and the nimble tongue did their work, while the hands rhythmically drove along the trunk, along strained and pulsing veins. She knew how to make a man nice.

- Deeper ... take it all - he said between sighs

She began to rhythmically drive her hands back and forth, plunging the penis deeper into her mouth, again pulling out and plunging again. She was not accustomed to swallowing completely, she hadn’t done that for a long time, and her throat ached after that. Because it replaced it with hands and tongue, and so it will be nice. Veronica looked up, never ceasing to suck, and saw discontent on the partner's face
- I said completely - he delimited the words with noticeable pauses.

Fisk put his hand on the back of her head and with a force moved his head to himself, pushing her on his member.She was hurt, her throat tightened, not letting him in there, but he pressed harder, pushing inward. Deeper and deeper, filling her throat with his meaty penis. She closed her eyes in pain, but had to endure. Finally, her lips rested against the barrier, she swallowed to the end. He did not remove his hand from her head, even pressed more. Veronica had nothing to breathe, tears flowed involuntarily from under closed eyelids, making black strips of soaked carcass.

Finally, he grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, she was about to breathe in air, but before he could pull it out half, he threw it into the air again, issuing an animal roar. And once again, and and more ... he brutally fucked her throat, preventing her from even breathing. Make-up was randomly smeared on the face, tears flowed in a stream. Veronica tried to make at least some scream, but attempts were drowned in chomping and smacking her mouth. His throat burned with fire, his lungs lacked air. Veronica began to limp, losing consciousness. But Fisk, without ceasing to peck her mouth, slapped a loud slap in the face, bringing to life. She opened her clouded eyes and looked at her "lover." On his face was a sadistic pleasure, his eyes rolled in ecstasy.

“Swallow everything,” he murmured in an unexpectedly hard voice, “you won't spill a drop.”

He entered until the very end, hitting her lips and chin with eggs. The member began to tremble and began to spew a stormy stream of sperm. She poured into it, there was so much that a part rose up, Veronika from the last forces began to swallow a sticky liquid, without even feeling the taste. When he finished, and began to pull his penis out, Veronica obediently squeezed her lips in a tight circle, sucking all the remnants of sperm from the penis. Finally he came out and she took a deep breath. My head was spinning from oxygen, and she fell from her knees to the floor, gasping for breath. “I'm still alive,” she thought, and at that moment it was all she cared about.

When she came to her senses, she went to the dressing room to clean up. Cold water washed away the destroyed makeup and refreshed her head, there was time to think. "He poured so much into me ... surely he was tired, lay down on the bed, and I could lie down next to him, start a conversation, and then find out who he really is."

Veronica was already wiping her face with a soft towel, when, looking in the mirror, she saw Fisk come in through the open door. A confident gait, broad shoulders, between the floors of an unbuttoned shirt looked through the cubes of the press - a strong manly body. “I wonder if you are so handsome because you have been trained in many years of military training, or are you just watching your body?” She thought, but said out loud:
“Well, Mr. Black, you are definitely a man of incomparable ...” she did not have time to finish, strong arms fell on her back, bending her, forcing her to clutch at the washstand.

- What are you? ... - but Fisk interrupted this phrase too, quickly ripped off the skirt with thin panties, and abruptly entered it. Fully entered, to the end. In her dry and not spoiled by sex in the past few months, a female cave.

- Aaaa! - She cried out loudly from unexpectedly strong pain. "He just finished, how can he be again on edge ?!"

Fisk also made a loud moan of pleasure, and immediately began to drill Veronica's vagina with sharp movements. And she continued to scream every time.

She was not pleased, she suffered, the member did not slip inside her, he was rubbing hard like sandpaper. Fisk practically raped her, not paying attention to her painful screams, not slowing down the pace.

- I am a bol ... Ah! - due to painful shocks, she was unable to speak, could not stop, could not endure. But somewhere in the depths, she did not want to stop.

In the heat of the brutal fuck, her head was hard of thinking, but she felt. that some part of her enjoys being used as a thing. Fucked, regardless of her opinion, like a doll or a well-paid slut. “No, I'm not a whore!” She said to herself, “I would never ...”

- Oh, oh my God! - she finally experienced the pleasure, the lubricant came into force, making the abrupt visits not so painful.

Now Veronica began to flip her hips, ...