shouting out hoarse moans of bliss. Fisk moved more convulsively, she felt that he would soon finish, and unexpectedly felt a pleasant warm tingling feeling. A body shuddered through a body inclined in an uncomfortable posture, and a wave of orgasm swept over her, unexpected and from that very strong one. Veronica was shaking, pupils rolled behind her closed eyes, her head tossed from side to side - “How good!”.

But in the middle of a delightful wave of pleasure, Fisk abruptly left, leaving her trembling body without support. He turned his head to himself and stuck his cock into his mouth open from the groans, releasing a powerful jet into her throat. She did not cope with the pressure, and released the penis from his mouth. Which immediately brought the flow of sperm on her face, smearing it, splashing hair and clothes. And Veronica was on her knees, opening her lips, trying to catch as much as possible, every drop, like some kind of porn actress or a pro ...

"No, I am not a prostitute, I serve for the good of my country!" She assured herself, but her cynical half added - "I serve the country as a prostitute ..."

****

The next day, she was sitting with a disheveled hairstyle on the bed, holding her shoe in her hand.

- Report, managed to find evidence? - the exacting voice was heard from a small transmitter hidden in the heel of a shoe.

- No ... I have not found anything. - she answered in a tired voice, yesterday Fisk did not finish with her in the bathroom, after that there was also an exciting night in bed

“Did you follow his movements in the morning?”

- I ... I overslept. - her face is red with shame

“Did you search the room?”

- Yes, I did not find anything unusual. But he may well hide everything somewhere else.

- A bed talk?

- He talked all night about his favorite ice cream varieties ...

- I'm sorry, what?

“Nn-it doesn't matter,” she drawled, “nothing.”he didn’t say his

- It looks like he's clean.

- No, I'm sure it is just well encrypted.

“You have two more days, if you don’t eat anything, then it’s just civil.” Hang up

****

The next evening, when Fisk returned from “work,” she was already waiting, sitting on the edge of the bed. She was wearing ... nothing. Her eyes burned with desire, her whole body arched forward impatiently, this time she was ready.

- You know, after yesterday’s conversation, I realized that I like vanilla most of all - he began to take off his jacket, continuing to talk about ice cream, - It’s the sweetest, - now he got rid of his pants, and threw off his shirt, - And the most delicious ...

Fisk approached her closely, bent down and merged in a passionate kiss. He was very pleasant to the taste, and the language knew his business. She exhaled loudly through her nose when he laid his hand on her chest, squeezing it lightly, and began to roam her body with his deft fingers. “How gentle he is, unusual for him ...” thought Veronica, and right there: “Oh, yes! play with this nipple, like this! ”

Fisk threw her on the bed without breaking the long kiss, continued to please her with her hands, touching the most sensitive places, feeling all the bulges and depressions. She plunged into an endless sea of ​​pleasure, completely losing her head from the brightness of sensations.

The man gently tore the kiss, and showed her to roll over on her stomach, she dutifully lay down, waiting for the continuation of caress, when she heard a soft "chpok." And then a viscous and cold liquid flowed between the buttocks, and strong fingers began to smear it around the anus. "Grease?"

- You know, sometimes you need to add a few balls of chocolate to the vanilla one - Fisk practically grumbled

“Oh no!” - only Veronica managed to think about how a wide head of her penis began to press into her virgin ass. He seemed huge, and terribly thick, squeezing through a compressed sphincter, inside her ass. “I need to relax,” she told herself, clenching her teeth in pain. But instead, involuntarily squeezing the muscles even more. And he steadily went, thanks to its hardness and slippery grease.And here he rested against the barrier, having entered a little more than half.

- Yes, chocolate is clearly worth it ... - he exhaled, smoothly pulling out his penis, only to plant them more sharply and more deeply.

- Ahhh! Ay! Oh! - shouted the girl between breaths, while he rhythmically tore her in the ass. She tried to turn around so that it was not so painful, but Fisk grabbed her by the neck and pressed her head into the bed.

- Bove my! - she cried out deafly when he moved particularly abruptly, the sound came out deaf due to the fact that his face was tightly pressed against the sheet.

Hips loudly fought on the buttocks, making loud slaps and slurping sounds. Fisk and from time to time he slapped her on the elastic ass, enjoying the deaf cries from under the sheets. Veronica felt a burning sensation in her anus, felt how wet sweat was flowing down her body, her face was burning from lack of air: “Again he is choking me!”. But still she was not able to hide from her that insane pleasure, which now received from anal sex.

In those moments of cruel ecstasy, she no longer worried about military duty or the good of the country, she just wanted: “Stronger! Yes! Take me harder, deeper! Like this!! Aaaa! ”

He drove a couple more times, with all his strength in her ass and pulled out a member, powerfully ending. Sperm flooded her red ass, wet back, the bed around her ...

Devastated, Fisk fell beside him on the bed, and Veronica turned her face free from the clamp and took a deep breath. Bliss was read on the already relaxed face of the girl.

****

“You’ve been with him for four days.” Why not get in touch? Found something? - she again listened to dissatisfied phrases from the little speaker in her shoe

- Not. But I'm sure he just hides well.

- Maybe it's time to accept the fact that he is an ordinary clerk?

“Give me a couple more days, I’ll draw evidence from him.” Hang up

“Just a few days, this is all that is needed, I’ll finally trust him and he will say a few inaccurate words ...” she thought, putting her shoes back on, and getting ready for the next fun evening with Fisk

****

Veronica nezhilas under a warm shower, wondering how to dissolve Fisk on the conversation. She did not have time to speak before, he did not let her speak on time, and she had no strength to speak after. Or they were ... In fact, she convinced herself that she returned to him every evening because of her assignment, and not because she liked Fisk, his strong body, his power movements ...

The bathroom door creaked and soon the opaque shower door swung open. Before her stood ... who else could it be - Fisk. He resolutely moved into a spacious shower stall, closing the door behind him. From his glance, she realized what she had to do, immediately squatted down and relaxed her mouth. But the man came up to her, taking in his hand still sluggish member, sent it to the chest of Veronica and began ... to urinate.

There was a sharp smell. Yellow trickles flowed along with shower water to her enviable breasts, dripping from the tips of her nipples. Several streams flowed down to her groin, and it became unclear which of them was peeing. She looked angrily at his indifferent face: “What could be a greater manifestation of her domination than piss on a partner?”.

When he finished defusing the need, the water immediately washed away all traces. Fisk slightly pushed the girl sitting in an uncomfortable position, and she plopped down under the shower, scattering a pile of black hair. He sank down, and his face was right in front of her.

- Well, you and a pervert! - She said, looking into the dark eyes, which walked naughty fire

- Who would say - he answered quietly, looking at her hand, which with an inviting gesture spread her vaginal lips to the sides.

He did not hesitate, and entered into it, already familiar movement. Hardened member entered and exited, swinging her whole body, catching sensitive nerve endings. Veronica put her legs behind his back, and crossed them, firmly holding Fisk. But he didn't need it, fucking her more and more hard, more and more. She strained her muscles, increased her resistance. And then he gave a wild moan when he unexpectedly accelerated the pace.

It is as if she were drilled by a sex machine, unstoppable and unfeeling, and someone constantly tweaked the power slider. She beat her back against the wall at each approach, and slid her ass along the floor at each exit, and this happened at the speed of a well-oiled piston. Here and there, here and there ...

Veronica felt herself slipping too far and grabbed the crane over her head to keep her balance. But she accidentally caught the temperature regulator with her fingers, and freezing rain of cold water hit her. She began to twitch, trying to escape from this scourge, but Fisk held her tight. It was impossible for her to scream, a wild stream of deafening feelings and blinding water flowed through her. The eyes were not seen, the ears were not heard, the whole body was simultaneously burning, freezing, and numb from cold water, and rhythmic jerks inside it.

His chest rushed up and down, his hands that had lost their sense clung to the iron tap, his mouth convulsively opened in an attempt to make some sound, but he immediately collected ice-cold water and closed again. Fisk enjoyed this spectacle, this movement, its helplessness. He inserted his member as far as he could and began pouring into it, long and violently, filling Veronica with a white liquid, and pouring much out, which the water immediately washed off.

He ducked his head under the icy streams, pressed himself against her ear, and whispered:

- You're still a pervert!

****

- A week has passed, Veronica. a week! - a formidable voice was heard from a woman’s shoes.

- I ... I ... - there was nothing for her to make excuses for, - He still successfully hides his secret life from me, but it is, I am sure ...

- What the hell is the secret life !? He is an ordinary office worker. We checked his data, you personally checked it for a whole week. What more do you need?

“Just ... give me ... another week ...” There was no confidence in the tired voice, only hope. She knew that he was certainly no spy, but she still didn’t want to leave for another country for another task, and she was ashamed to admit why.

***

A week ago

- And who is this Brunette at a table in the corner? - Fisk asked a friend who was sitting next door at the bar.

- That one? - he turned his head in her direction and lowered her voice, - this is SVR agent Veronica Horny. Most likely, she was sent to find out whether you are an American intelligence agent.

“And how is she going to find out?”

- Think for yourself, - on the man’s face an unequivocal grin appeared

“So ...” said Fisk thoughtfully, looking towards the girl, “are you saying this guaranteed sex without consequences?” - he was already standing up from behind the bar, taking a glass of whiskey in one hand.

“Just be careful,” he quietly advised, and threw him louder in the back, “Hey, Fisk!”

“Do not worry, I have everything under control,” he answered, and continued on his way to her table, pulling his best smile over his face.