clearly deciding to return courtesy, left the back pockets of jeans and quickly moved to the other side. Neither the reporter hanging around his neck, nor her hands, persistently massaging the tense manhood, did not prevent the Survivor from quickly dealing with a pair of buttons that kept his pants on a sharp waist. Running his thumbs under the gum of panties, Kombez mockingly lowered his motion with jeans, exposing the elastic butt to about half, and with his fingertips he walked along the silky skin of the buttocks. Piper swerved backwards, demanding more persistent actions, but the Survivor was clearly not in a hurry. A new unhurried movement exposed a few more centimeters of skin, to which men's fingers were not slow to give a tender, but fleeting touch.

- Are you kidding? - asked Piper, who is breathing heavily, redoubled her efforts in her lover’s panties for greater conviction.

“Except just a little,” the Survivor replied politely.

- Then ... stop fooling around and ...

It was not necessary to negotiate Piper - Kombez pulled off her jeans together with underwear to the very edge of high shoes, shrugged his shoulders, tearing the ring of girl's hands, and turned the journalist to the wall. Piper, impatiently moaning, bent over in the back and bulged her ass, allowing free access to a richly moisturized bosom. The survivor did not keep himself waiting - a tense body, still remembering the touch of thin fingers, rushed forward, as if driven by his own will, and burst into hot and close depth.

Piper moaned gratefully and tilted her head back. Lush black hair was scattered across the white fabric of the jersey, and Kombez was not slow to sink his fingers into them. The right hand went through the silky strands, while the left hand, with the pleasure of pulling, elastic buttocks, which, however, were only pleased with such attention. The survivor, bursting with preliminary caresses, immediately took an energetic pace, stretching her lover with non-decreasing zeal - and the journalist's broad hips, obediently moving towards him, made it clear that she had enough preludes too.

The combo, however, did not forget about the caresses with which Piper had teased him a few minutes ago. Now that the girl was quietly moaning, impaled on a stone-hard member, and enthusiastically podmahivala his movements, it was time to settle the accounts. The right hand stopped playing with thick hair, slid down, barely touching the seductive contour of the chest, swinging back and forth from energetic jolts, passed an even stomach and moved lower to the most intimate and tender places.

Moaning, Piper cut herself hoarsely when her lover’s insistent fingers touched her clitoris. Stubbornly stroking the focus of pleasure - gently enough not to cause unpleasant sensations, but relentlessly and confidently, gradually increasing pressure - the Survivor simultaneously increased the speed at which the tense piston moved in tightly gripping his vagina. The journalist squeezed her hips - either wanting to feel better the hot male flesh bursting in behind her, or trying to escape from the relentless caress teasing her in front - but so far the second male hand was firmly on her butt, restricting movement, there was nowhere to hide from them .

Waves of pleasure rolling one after another reached painful acuity. Piper grabbed with both hands the palm of the Survivor, whose fingers were all annoyingly stroking the sensitive clitoris, but he did not think to reduce the pressure. With a tormenting groan, the girl jerked — once, twice, third — but it was not so easy to break free from the arms of her lover, who played with her like a cat with a mouse. In desperation, Piper looked back, not realizing to herself that she wanted to beg for mercy or demand that she be tougher.The spectacle of a muscular male torso covered with thin streams of sweat and strong hands confidently holding her in place seemed to the girl the most beautiful thing she had seen in her life, and everything that she was going to say was knocked out of her head - and a moment later the painful acuity of sensations disappeared and the empty consciousness filled something completely different.

Piper froze for a second, after which she again twitched in a strong male grip - this time not trying to escape from cruel caresses, but trying to push her buttocks into men's thighs more firmly. Scarlet lips silently grabbed the air, as if a wave of pleasure swept over the girl at once pushed out her breath from her rapidly rising chest. Fingernails scratched along the wall — Kombes noted with vengeful pleasure the deep grooves left on the green paint stain — and the muscles that had intensively shrunk around his masculine nature, made it unmistakable that the girl, finally, according to her merits, appreciated his efforts.

In order to give the mistress a feeling of the whole range of sensations, the Survivor slowed down the pace to a minimum - now instead of threshing an attractive journalist like a bent nail, he slowly swayed back and forth. He was not going to hurry his mistress, but, unlike her, he was yet to finish - and Kombez did not have the slightest intention to skip this item. So when the girl finally stopped beating a big shiver, and instead of drawing long moans her lips left a long, satisfied exhalation, the Survivor left Piper, turned her face to her again and, running his fingers into tattered hair, clenched coal-black hair in his fist.

Insight, which allowed to complete not one investigation, did not change Piper during love games, so it was not necessary to explain the hint. With a readiness on her knees, the girl saw right in front of her face a rearing member, still wet from her own juices, without much hesitation she wrapped her lips and planted on a hard rod so that she almost buried her nose in her lover’s belly. The survivor was slightly taken aback by such an onslaught, but Piper, without being distracted by anything, began to suck on manhood with almost ferocious zeal. If the small girl's bosom was not enough just to bring it to the peak, then the sight of a half-naked beauty selflessly swallowing his cock, not embarrassed by gurgling sounds, turned out to be exactly the step that helped cross the finish line. The combo breathed vigorously, clenched his fists to pain - the black strands between his fingers tightened tightly, but the journalist didn’t even lift an eyebrow - and, making a strange, not particularly manly sound that most resembled the scribbling of the attacking swamp man, he began to pour straight into the female throat. Piper reaffirmed the reputation of the most annoying Commonwealth reporter, always bringing it to the end - the scarlet lips tightly clasped the pulsating organ, and the elegant neck tightened in repetitive swallowing movements.

The survivor sighed contentedly, reached for the dangling sleeve of the jumpsuit, and wiped sweat from his forehead. Piper, firing a limp cock out of her mouth, laid her hair drenched in sweat behind her ears and leaned back against the wall. The two took a deep breath, feeling too tired for words, and exchanging only glances that combined gratitude and playful joy.

From below came a disgusting creak, followed by a thunderous clang, as if someone had dropped half a dozen anvils on a disassembled set of power armor. Piper cursed silently and made a terrible face, but the Survivor did not need any signals - he already shoved his sweaty hands into the sleeves of the overalls. The journalist, straightening her shirt, jumped to her feet, hastily pulled on her jeans and fastened buttons on them. Feverishly tucking the shirt into her pants, she looked around the room and, making large eyes, shook her head toward the corner.Kobmez, who was quietly closing the zipper, followed the direction of her gaze, nodded, and promptly slipped into the corner, grabbed a red coat from the floor and threw it to the owner, who barely had time to stuff her shirt under the edge of jeans. By the time the light steps of the feet, shod in rubber boots, sounded on the steps of the stairs, the Survivor and the journalist, fully dressed, stood side by side, leaning their palms on the edge of the desk and carefully pretending to look at something extremely important.

- Piper! - happily exclaimed the chubby-faced child in a pink skirt and dirty-red-colored jacket. Rushing forward, the girl clasped the target of her greeting with her hands - she was barely tall enough to hold her hug at the waist level - and, throwing back her head, stared at her older sister in the face. - You will never believe what happened at school today! Shen Kawolski tried to kiss me! I gave him his nose, they left me for it after lessons! You're not angry?

“Oh, Nat,” Piper laughed, hugging her sister in response. - Never change.

The survivor, while maintaining a calm expression on his face, thoughtfully touched the bridge of his nose. Nat, releasing Piper, finally deigned to pay attention to the fact that there is also a third person in the room.

- What are you doing together here?

Kombez threw a quick glance at the table, which she and her friend supposedly had just stopped looking at. The only thing to notice was an old comic.

“We ... were engaged in research,” he answered calmly.

The sock of a soldier's boot drew something suspiciously like a square bracket on the floor.

- Wow! Nat adored. - Again the investigation? Soon there will be a new exposing article ?!

Piper smiled and glanced at the Survivor. He continued to keep a serene calm. The reporter looked back, stretched out her hand and gently ruffled her sister's dark hair.

- I'm afraid not, Nat. This is an investigation of those that are not for print.