1. THE VIRUS. CHAPTER THREE


    Date: 8/14/2015, Categories: BDSM, Mature, Taboo, Author: crazyxxxcash, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    him and he dropped to his knees and did so. By the time he was in position, her hands had reached down and spread her pussy for him. “Put your face right in my pussy,” and she pointed at her bulbous clitoris rising from the top of it with one finger, “and suck on this…lick on it…and stick your fingers in my hole at the same time.” It started off slow, chaotic and somewhat awkward, but after she coached him for a bit, he seemed to get into it and really started pushing her arousal buttons. Somewhere along the way, his fingers started assisting and then she clamped her thighs around his head and shot hot ejaculant all down his chin and chest as she achieved orgasm not once, but twice…one riding on the heels of the second. It was like erotic waves crashing inside of her. She finally let her legs relax and checked to make sure he was still breathing. He stood up with a flushed expression and red as a fire hydrant…long beads of sticky liquid dripping from his chin to his chest. With his long black hair, he sort of reminded her of his father…especially with his cock standing up again. “Are we gonna do it now?” he asked, and his eyes spoke volumes about his excitement over such an opportunity. She smiled. She’d gotten hers already and so sex wasn’t such a demanding desire at this point and she knew his penis would never do her much…not yet anyway. “Don’t get crazy…Momma’s just teaching you stuff,” she replied as she sat up on the bed. “C’mon…I’m starving. Let’s go get some food.” ...
    The Present…Day One DIEGO GARCIA US Naval Base Indian Ocean 1:40 PM EST The President seated himself at the desk in his emergency, make-shift office and then looked over at his defense advisor. “So the sub disappeared…an entire submarine and its crew along with all its damn nukes…just like that?” “From everything we can ascertain, the submarine was hit by a particle beam weapon fired from somewhere in orbit.” “From somewhere? How the hell do your people not know from where?” he demanded, his agitation levels rising by the second. “The same time the weapon fired, all of our satellites went offline. The attack was two-fold. They struck the satellites to prevent us figuring out where they were and also to prevent us from communicating. It’s fairly certain they know we’re on to them at this point.” “So had we not pulled this, we’d still have satellites and communications?” “We would sir, but we also wouldn’t be aware of who the enemy is, their location or motives. It was actually a brilliant move, or so the Joint Chiefs tell me…despite the loss of equipment and life.” The President sneered and twisted in his chair. “So this scientist…this Fitzgerald guy…what the fuck do we know about him?” The advisor sat down in the chair opposite the President’s desk and pulled open a laptop that was on the corner. On the screen was Miles’ photograph and personal and service records. “He served a brief stint in the military…used the GI Bill to go to college…ended up with a PHd in virology from ...
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