facing Horner's face.

- I'll cut it. But not him! - She exclaimed, and immediately made a sharp lunge forward.

Dylan, who was not expecting an attack, managed to set the machine gun in front of him and protect his face, but with one blow everything was not limited. Forgetting everything else, Faith began to swing a knife, wanting to bleed Dylan. Trying to reason with the raging girl, Horner tried to knock her down with a hook, but Faith managed to jump up and hit Horner in the face with her foot in the jump. A successful strike was followed by a sharp lunge. As soon as he had caught the knife a couple centimeters from his throat, Dylan began to twist Faith’s hand. Fate clutched at the knife with a tight grip on her teeth, and with all the dope drove Horner into the stomach with her knee. Raising his leg, and having time to cover the body, Dylan squeezed Faith's hand even more, and led her girlfriend behind his back. In the end, Faith could not stand it and dropped the knife on the ground. Tightly grabbing the girl by the shoulders, Horner sharply pressed her face to the wall.

- Yes, calm down, you finally, stupid psychotic! - irritably exclaimed Dylan, after kicking Faith tried to break free of the grip.

Instead, the girl slammed Horner in the face, and then kicked off the wall with her foot. Taking a few steps back, Dylan stumbled, and dragging Faith behind him, collapsed to the ground. The girl first tried to get up, but Dylan pressed her so tightly to her that she could hardly move. A little shuffle, Faith suddenly stopped. During all these movements, Dylan's body quite naturally reacted to the fact that a young girl pressed tightly against him.

- Why is it so hard you poke my ass right now? She asked, although the answer was obvious.

Mentally calling himself a pervert, Dylan hurried to roll onto his side. Once on top, Horner hurried to spread Faith's arms in different directions, and firmly press her wrists to the ground.

- That's better? - he asked maliciously.

Faith did not answer. The desire to release Horner all the blood to the last drop has not disappeared, but it is rapidly beginning to crowd out the desire of a completely different kind.

- Much. Let your hands go, ”she demanded in a more calm voice.

- I also wanted something! I will not let go! - stubbornly answered Dylan.

- Let go. Without your hands, you can’t take off your pants, but it’s somehow not very comfortable to fuck in them.

Horner was already dumbfounded by what he had heard, although he did not loosen his grip. Seeing in his gaze confusion, Faith erotically ran her tongue over her upper lip. Not knowing what he was doing, Dylan rose abruptly, and again pressed the girl against the wall, but this time his back. Intuitively understanding that the mad girl can easily bite him, Horner still could not resist, and eagerly bit into her lips. There was no bite. Faith immediately responded to a kiss from Dylan, and within a couple of seconds her right hand was loose in his pants. Without interrupting the kiss, the girl began to nadrachivat already a member ready for battle. At the moment, she absolutely didn’t give a damn about the fact that Horner was a soldier and Billy’s orders to get rid of Dylan when the task was completed. She wanted only one thing - to make sure that he fucks as well as fights. As if reading her thoughts, Dylan broke off the kiss, and pulled away. Sharply lowering his pants with his underpants down to his knees, Horner did the same with Faith, and then turned his back to him. Spreading her legs wide, Faith pressed against the wall. At the same moment on her shoulders lay male hands. The invasion was harsh and rough, but Faith's wet pussy easily took Horner's dick.

Once inside, Dylan began to move, immediately gaining a fast pace.Faith such an approach came to mind. No caresses and no tenderness. Only rough animal sex. Sharp, something even painful, and from that even more attractive. Dylan was moving very fast, with each push driving the penis to its full length, from which Faith began to fear that the army team would not last long. However, Horner’s excerpt was enviable. Without slowing down, Dylan, as it was wound up, fucked Faith, while pressing her hard on the shoulders and leaving bruises on the girl's skin. If before Faith excited only someone else's pain, now she began to enjoy her pain. Tired of the same posture, Horner unfolded Faith without warning, and lifted her right leg. Holding his leg in a raised position, Dylan continued to fuck the girl in a new pose. Moaning loud Faith felt her soul lift off the earth and rush up. There was nothing supernatural about what Horner was doing to her, but Faith liked the aggressiveness of the army team.

Dylan did not take into account the wishes of the girl, and had her as he wanted, as if some rapist had broken off the chain. Faith despised all the rapists, and considered them pathetic cowards, capable of breaking only those who are much weaker than them. It was more difficult to despise Horner. He not only won three fights in a row in the Fairil arena, and then effortlessly finished off a couple of robbers, but also set the heat on Tom and his henchmen. He also had the courage to go directly to Doyle, which few did before him. Only a strong man could afford that, and Faith respected the power. So when Dylan grabbed her by the buttocks, and ordered her to hug him with her legs around the waist, the girl didn’t think to ignore his order. New posture was the last. After two minutes of continuous punching, and it was impossible to call it differently, Dylan and Faith got to the finish line at the same time, finishing almost a second per second. Sharply pulling the pulsating member out of Faith's hole, Dylan shot sperm into the wall behind the girl's back. After releasing Faith, shaking off the rest of the discharge from his penis, Horner put on his pants and sat down on the ground. Exhausted Faith collapsed next to him, and leaned back against the wall. Both were breathing heavily, and felt like squeezed lemons.

“Still want to kill me?” - asked Dylan.

“I want to kill you, but some other time,” Faith replied wearily, breathing in the cool evening air with a full breast.

After sitting like that for a few minutes, the couple still regained some strength, and returned from the slums to the wrecked trailer. Finding that the owner of the trailer is still missing, Faith decided that it was no longer necessary to wait for Trevor.

- Enough. I don’t know where this jerk wanders, and I don’t want to know, ”said the girl, annoyed.

“You never told who we were waiting for and why,” Dylan reminded.

Initially, Faith planned to feed Horner information about Doyle's task bit by bit, but now that Trevor had disappeared, it was no longer necessary to keep the information secret.

“Our goal is the main fortress of the Doomsday Brotherhood.” Trevor infiltrated the ranks of these fanatics, and had to tell you how safely to penetrate the lair of these geeks unnoticed. But since it is not here, you have to get out for yourself.

“Okay, that's all clear.” But as far as I know, the fortress of the Brotherhood is far from here. Without transport ...

“There will be transportation for you,” Faith Dylan assured.

Arriving at the head of the council, the governor of Vagrant, Faith showed him a stigma on her shoulder and demanded that they be given transport. Realizing who he was dealing with, the head of the council wrote down the cost of transport at the expense of Billy Doyle, and gave Faith and Dylan an old motorcycle with a full tank of gasoline. Having a little rummaged in a motorcycle, and having ascertained that the iron horse is still on the move, the couple hastily left Vagabond Shelter and continued on their way to the goal.

TO BE CONTINUED...