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Assassins (Findarato and Lemon)

Perhaps she had hit the wrong nerve? Sasha's brows furrowed when she was suddenly yelled at, the change in his tone...and the mood in the room, making her falter just slightly. She watched him quietly, her expression sobering up and her shoulders slouching in mock defeat. Holy hell, was he needing to get laid. It was obvious Scott was suffering from some very horribly suppressed sexual frustrations. It made her fidget, knowing she was practically working with a ticking time-bomb. Even now, as they sat next to one another, their own chairs occupied...the atmosphere between them was so thick, she could easily cut it with a knife.

She let the moment linger before finally turning her head towards him, watching him with not ill intent or a hidden agenda, but rather...sympathy. She felt bad for him, because she knew how difficult it was, to not feel the pleasure of physically indulging within another person. It had been a while since Sasha had the opportunity, or time, to lay with another man. Being the naturally affectionate, bubbly personality she was...it took quite the toll on her. However, she would have never pegged Scott to be so protective of his own endeavors, when he was pushed up against a wall. Had he truly tried to convince her, that nothing was wrong with him?

It didn't take a lot of thinking, to make Sasha get to her feet. Without a word, she stepped over towards the fuming assassin, and easily blocked his view of the couple behind her. Her eyes were outwardly soft, and she had the slightest flush upon her cheeks. "Scott," she mused, trying to gain his attention twice over. "I'm sorry...okay? I didn't mean to...make you upset," she confessed before reaching up, and hooking her index finger into the towel. With a single tug, it fell from her perfect frame, colliding to the floor about her ankles. Everything was exposed to him. From her beautiful curves, plump breasts...soft, puffy nether lips...and that scar which refused to fade. A gulp, trying to smother down the sensation of unbridled nervousness, and she spoke, "I...I miss it too, being with someone...and I know you hate me, I really do. I'm probably your last choice when it comes to this...but, if you'd...if you don't want to relieve yourself, maybe I could help you." Sasha was being genuine with her offer, and she could only hope, he didn't shun her away. That, would be devastating
 
In the silence, he listened to the occasional rain drops splatter against the window, and he tried to ignore the scene. He had seen his usual confident partner press back in defeat, and for once she was silent, and ceased her teasing antics. He sighed, and sunk back into the seat himself, extending his legs out as he slouched. He had no idea how he could watch this with her every night, perhaps they should take shifts, and he could slip away to relieve himself. It wouldn't have been so bad if he was by himself, but he was with Sasha, and she was.. he shook the thought out of his head, and folded his arms stubbornly. He would tough it out, as he always did.

She moved in front of him, and blocked his view, his eyes had been staring lifelessly out at the window, and at the sky, not even at the room anymore. He looked up to her, listening to her. Sighing again, he shrugged indifferently. "It's okay, I haven't gotten enough slee-" His sentence was cut off as his mouth hung open, and he stared at her suddenly nude form. Whatever efforts he had made to suppress his erection, had now become nonexistent as he felt himself stirring, even more so than when he had watched the scene across the street. He clamped his mouth shut, and sat up straight, trying to appear unaffected by her appearance. Yet his eyes drank her in greedily, every curve, her nipples, the roundness of her breasts, and her scar. Without being able to help himself, he lifted a hand up, using his longest two fingers to trace her scar from her rib cage, across her stomach, to her opposite hip. He pulled it away, as if her body had lost his interest, at least for his hand, because his eyes were still on her.

It took him a long time to move again, not speaking in response to what she said. He did not hate her, although she did get on his nerves more often than not, but perhaps it would be better if she thought he hated her. His head leaned in, and his tongue parted from his lips, licking along her scar, before he used his lips to suck at her stomach, pulling back on her flesh with his lips as a suction before releasing the skin. His lips placed a delicate on her skin after where he had sucked. "We shouldn't," he told her, in a soft tone that she had never heard him use before. Yet despite his words, his hands reached forward and wrapped around her, his calloused, large hands going for her ass as he squeezed both cheeks greedily, and pulled her lower half towards him. He began to suck at her skin, slowly, letting the sounds fill the room. He left long periods of intervals between each suck and kiss, letting the sounds linger. "I am not gentle," he warned her, despite the way he seemed to be worshipping her body with his mouth. "I will take you.. fast, and hard. We must be quick." Once again, his words were contradicting his words as his head tilted to the side of her, starting to slide his tongue up and down the curve of her right hip, past her scar, savoring her body.
 
Well, she had finally managed to stop him in the middle of a sentence. Sasha was a bit surprised, that she had managed to get such a reaction out of him. Merely standing in front of him nude, forced Scott to shut up near instantaneously, the sight of him drinking her in with his eyes, making her nerves tingle just slightly. It showed in the way her nipples remained hard, and her fingers...they twitched against the smooth flesh of her upper thighs, feeling her breathing continue to stay settled in a soft, slow rhythm. That only lasted for so long, however...the second he reached out to trace her scar with his fingers, forcing the young woman to gasp out. Even if she had nothing to be ashamed of, she couldn't quite help but feel vulnerable. It was a part of her that she was conscious about, considering, not many women were forced to live with such a reminder.

Scott was more than accepting, however, his sweet actions forcing a gentle exclaim of pleasure to rise up from her, slipping past her lips. His mouth was hot and wet...climbing up her stomach, and leaving a trail blazing wherever it trekked. Initially, she reached out to grasp him upon the back of his head, indulging her fingertips against the short hairs that covered it. Scratching down the length of his neck, her lashes came to a fluttering close, and she sucked in a breath...knowing all too well that she wouldn't be able to turn back now. What scared her the most, was the fact that she didn't want to. Sasha was swept up in her partner's gentle caresses, the fact that he seemed to be worshiping every inch he came in contact with, surely putting the man they were hunting across the way, to shame. Could a man that hated her...treat her this way?

That soft tone filled the heated, thick air between them, and she managed to open her eyes, gazing down towards him. Weak-kneed and flushed from nearly head to toe, Sasha couldn't suppress her smile. Goddess, it had taken them a while to get to this point, hadn't it? Was it always bound to end like this? She really didn't know, and right now, she didn't give a fuck, either. "But we want to," she replied to him in a hushed voice, arching her hips, just as he began tenderly appointing his attention to that area. The plump cheeks of her ass were completely filling the palms of his calloused hands, the friction naturally flaming up, making her shuffle forward, growing beyond anxious to have him touch the other parts of her, too. "Nnngh, I...I don't mind," Sasha confessed, very nearly falling against him, when he managed to hit a particular spot of hers.

"Scott," she moaned out, desperate to have him indulge further in her. He was a guilty pleasure, and she was more than happy to finally try and sate her desires.
 
He did want to, too. It was obvious enough from the grip of his powerful hands, letting her feel how badly he wanted her through his fingers as he squeezed, while his mouth poured itself down on her body in serene kisses and sucks. "I do want to fuck you," he whispered, glancing up at her with his deep blue eyes, watching her face express pleasure, and desire. His blue hues radiated with lust. His tone was soft, and gentle, but there was something else to it, some deepness and huskiness, that he was promising to make her his tonight. The tone changed suddenly, to a serious one. "Just this one time. Okay?" He asked, still looking up at her. "Never again..." even before he awaited her response, his head lowered, going between her legs.

His head tilted awkwardly as he planted soft kisses upon her second pair of lips, before his lips parted, and his tongue pressed out. It pressed its tip experimentally against her lips, parting them with gentle force near the bottom of her slit. Lingering the tip inside, he looked up at her past her breasts as his tongue curled upwards, stroking itself through the lips of her slit, before his tongue barely nudged her clit, with the lightest of touches that could be mistaken as an accident. He did the motion again, applying more pressure, making laps at her cunt, every time touching her clit at the end of his sensual strokes, with more pressure to it. Before long he raised his mouth, and let his lips clamp over the small piece of flesh, and sucked on it best he could for a sweet moment, keeping it short on purpose. He kissed up her stomach afterwards, giving her breasts attention as he kissed and flicked his tongue at her nipple, standing half way up, his hands grabbing the window behind her for support. He took a nipple in his mouth, moving his tongue around it in circles, before he let go, only to drag his two front teeth against her erect nipple. He soon did the same with the other.

He kissed on the upper parts of her chests afterwards, then licked along her throat, up to her chin. He stood up slowly as he did, before he towered above her, holding her head on either side as he tilted it back, leaning forward to dip his tongue into her parted lips, using his tongue to curl upwards again, tasting her tongue briefly before licking the roof of her mouth, then slithering its way out along her teeth, licking her upper lip before he pulled away. "Just one time. Got it?" His eyes stared at her hungrily as he swallowed, still keeping her face tilted back to look up at him.

There was no way he could do this quickly, she was too beautiful, and he would need to savor her the entire night. Just this once. He had done something similar in the past with enough partner, but more than once and it had not ended well..
 
It was startling, to hear those words fall from his lips, in such a manner that he had successfully riddled her down to a mess of small sounds. She could barely contain the pleasure that seeped into her body, and while their eyes remained locked, she knew all too well that this evening was going to pan out into something amazing. However, that moment of seemingly flawless bliss, quickly crumbled at the seams. This was a one time experience...and was to never, ever happen again. Sasha could respect Scott's wishes, and knew all too well, that it was for the better. After all, giving another person pleasure...showing them passion, and stripping down to barely nothing, outside and in...would eventually lead to the sprouting of feelings. It was inevitable, after all. Sasha knew that more than anyone, and while the deafening reality of never seeing Scott again after this job was done, came to the front spectral of her mind, she grew worried. Not for him, but for herself. Perhaps she would yearn for his touch...? While he, would simply return to hating her, and acting cold.

Gods...what was she getting herself into...

Just as she began tinkering about with the what if's, he distracted her, thoroughly. Her eyes widened and she gasped, suddenly feeling his chiseled jaw brush up against her inner thighs, and soon, that fiendish tongue of his began lapping against her lower lips. He had her body rolling in waves of enjoyment, her wetness easily enough mounting...as she felt her clit give a few insistent jumps, making her gasp out. One lick after the other, Scott continued to make her grasp upon his neck tighten, the young woman obviously feeling things that had once been far from her reach. It was almost too good to be true, the fact that of all people giving her this freely...was Scott. Her eyes had always managed to trail over him a few too many times, and while she had remained secluded in her adoration for him, this certainly wasn't helping any. Damn him...

"Oh, fuck," she whispered under her breath, feeling him pull from her needy sex...only to once more traverse up her form, until his wicked ministrations were playing out across her chest. Her back arched, the gentle curve of her spine bending...and pushing herself further into him. She wanted him so badly, and it showed, with the way her palms slipped over his shoulders, and down the muscled physique of his upper frame. Unable to keep her hands off of him, she gripped at the shirt keeping his skin from her reach, and tugged, insistently...but hopelessly. Sasha was far too entrapped within the tongue invading her mouth, to truly care about stripping him right now. Kissing back fervently, their flavors mingling...she was once more faced with his request, and she faltered. Just one time...and that was it. Nodding, she was unable to look away from him, head tipped upwards to him.

"Just this once, I promise..." And she did. After all, all of this wouldn't matter when they went their separate ways. This was merely...a business agreement, of sorts.
 
He already knew she was going to agree as he looked down at her, exploring her eyes with his, wondering what she was thinking about. Even if she disagreed, decided that she wanted it again, or did not want it at all if she could only have it once, he would have still done so. The bulge that pressed into her thigh as he held her face was testament enough to that. He savored the taste of her in his mouth, licking his lips slowly as she answered him, and clung to his shirt desperately.

"Good girl," he murmured to her, before he leaned in immediately and proceeded to kiss her hard on the mouth. He let go of her head as he soon realized she would not be going anywhere, and pressed himself into her, letting her feel more of his erection through his clothing. His hands once again took her ass, grabbing at it eagerly while his body pinned her body to the cold glass window, letting her back touch against it, as well as her head, but her ass was protected by the back of his hands. His tongue explored her mouth excitedly, as if making up for lost time, pressing and twirling against her tongue forcefully. He pulled away after a long moment, withdrawing his tongue, only to take her lower lip between his teeth, biting down on it gently as his jaw tilted back, and his forehead pressed against her own, resting there. His eyes stared at her as he held her lip between his teeth.

Letting go of her ass, the man brought them back around to himself, placing them at his collar. He ripped open at it, letting the sound of his shirt being torn open fill the room, however the close proximity of their heads made her unable to look down at him. He kept her there for a moment, before he leaned back, and whispered to her, "I am going to enjoy this, Mrs. Mason." There was a devious look in his eyes, fiery lust as well as he called her by the fake name he had chosen to be her identity. Perhaps she would see it as a game, but Scott knew clearly in his mind why he had called her that. She couldn't be Sasha tonight, or he would remember this night every time he saw her. Something told him he would remember it anyway, even if he saw her or not.

Stepping back, he let her admire his body if she chose to do so, his blood red tie hung from his neck, going between his impressive pectorals that grooved out to a certain extent with muscle. His tie ended at his stomach, where it was taut and firm with with muscle, his abs lining up perfectly. He wrestled himself out of his tie, and pushed his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. His arms were toned, not overly muscular, yet she could see and feel the strength in them when he had gripped her head. Upon his right bicep was a tattoo, of a skull with a rifle going through it with flames encircling the skull. An obvious sigil of a military past, and even more so a reminder of how little Sasha actually knew about her partner.

Once again he pressed himself into her, taking her cheek in his hand, and brushing his thumb against her lips. His eyes bore into hers hotly as he thought to himself, "Just this once," but already he could find that it would be a hard promise.
 
She was beyond thankful that he didn't make her wait any more than she had to, the touch of his mouth arresting her own into a kiss yet again, forcing a moan to erupt between their tangling tongues. Her fingers held tight at his shirt the entire time, showing how desperate she was to keep him close...to continue to feel his hardened body pinning her much smaller, softer one to the glass behind her. The cool texture made work of having her shivering, goosebumps igniting across the smooth plain of her back. Relishing in the contradicting temperatures that enveloped her completely, Sasha kissed him as if this truly was their last kiss. He had obviously gotten the better of her in this situation, reducing her down to nothing more than a withering, flushed little mess. Just as her lungs were going dry from the lack of oxygen, as well, he pulled away from her.

Sucking in the much needed air, she didn't dare move, her bottom lip captured between his teeth with ease. Sasha's vivid hues of brightening color watched him carefully, breathing in his scent...and soon, partaking upon the sound of material ripping. His shirt, she could feel...her hands still prominently placed upon his chest, was now ruined. This motion had her eyes widening, as she obviously didn't expect someone of seemingly stony posture, to actually ruin his very own article of clothing. It turned her on more than she would like to admit, her knees once more, weakened. "Oh...are you," she asked him playfully, a smile teasing her lips.

Whether he called her by her true name, or not, she supposed it didn't matter. After all, this was a surreal moment. Something, that should have never began in the first place. That was all said and done, forcing them to partake upon what they had managed to ignite already. Sasha would make the best of it, and cherish this evening as much as she possibly could. After all, it had been so long...the last time she had been truly appreciated by a man physically, barely scraping the edges of her memory. Scott was doing a fine job in giving her something new to remember, and while he would attempt to forget her, Sasha would happily indulge herself, in stored remembrance. He didn't have to know, of course...and he never would. She had always wondered what the steely, critical Scott was like in bed. So far, he was exceeding all of her expectations.

She drank in every inch of his physique, her appreciation for something so...perfect, reflecting on her pretty face. Gods, was he gorgeous beneath those fitted, tailored suits. Her chest rose and fell with heightening inhalation, and as if she were frightened that he might not be real, she reached out...touching him gently, with the tips of her fingers. Unable to take her eyes off of him, she briefly noted his tattoo, and wondered exactly when he got it...why, and where. Those questions would never be answered, or asked. It was merely curiosity playing itself out, and luckily for her, Scott once more saved her from her toiling thoughts. Flicking her attention to his face just as his thumb brushed against her lip, she parted the plump seam and lightly wrapped the reddened petals about the digit. Suckling at the flesh captured, she drew it further in, until he was completely succumbed to her oral fixation. A slow, long suck was given, before her tongue playfully rolled about it, coating it heavily in her saliva. She watched him the entire time, now determined, to make him remember her, no matter what. She'd give him pleasure that he didn't know existed. Scream his name as she reached her own orgasms, wither beneath him like a cat in heat and get him utterly addicted to her.
 
As he stared at her, whatever effect she wanted on him seemed to work. His jaw drooped open slowly, until his lips were parted with an expression of awe on his face. He breathed in and out slowly, occasionally breathing louder, almost as if he were about to orgasm from the mere sight and feel of her taking his thumb into her mouth. "Yes," he answered her question finally after a long moment of silence. "I am going to enjoy it very much."

"Come here," he said finally in a husky tone, although his command did not seem to serve much purpose as he withdrew his thumb from within her mouth, taking her by the hips and suddenly threw her playfully on the bed. For anyone else, it could have been seen as violent, but for two people whose occupation it was to take lives, it was merely playful, and she could see he was enjoying himself. Before she could even move, he sauntered over to her, and pressed his hand against her face, covering parts of her eyes with his fingers, his palm over her lips. She heard him start to pull his belt off, throwing it to the side. Once it was off, he leaned forward, and shoved his suitcase which had contained his telescope straight off the bed, sending it clashing to the floor. An aroused Scott seemed very, very different from his normal state. A normal Scott would have gone ape shit if his suit case had been handled like that.

The blinds had come open as they had kissed, and he hadn't bothered turning off the light. As a result, anyone from any of the other buildings could see into the grey,black and white room and peer at her naked form on the mattress. He pulled his hand off of her face, and pushed his pants down in one smooth motion, before stepping out of them. She was presented, if she chose to look, was the sight of his black boxer briefs, hugging his hips, pressed down slightly to show the visible lines of his v taper, leading to his crotch. Most importantly, she could see the clear outline of his cock, a sizable thing that was pressed downwards due to the tight constraints that his underwear had on it. It did not look very comfortable, but Scott seemed calm and collected for the most part, except for the way his chest heaved in and out, breathing heavily in excitement and anticipation. Hopefully she would be too transfixed upon his crotch to notice. "Is this what you want to see?" He asked, slipping his hand and wrist down into his boxers, and taking it within his hand. He began to pump, slowly, his wrist and hand seeming like an invader in the tight confines of the sleek, black boxer briefs. "My cock?" He asked her.
 
Sasha was given the reaction she had wanted, and even as she tried to chase his thumb, purse lips adorably mouthing at the air, it was obvious she wasn't quite satisfied. She wanted more...and in due time, she'd get it, she knew. Just as her mouth had finally closed, he forced her to erupt in a burst of giggles. Suddenly, her body was flung to the bed, tossed about like a mere doll. Bouncing against the mattress, she stretched out, light laughter still leaving her, even as she watched him stalk towards her like a predator to prey. This was a side of him that she knew not to exist, and even now, as he was boldly exposing his true nature to her, it almost seemed too good to be true. It was a bit depressing, the more she thought about it. Could they really only partake in this...just once? Perhaps it was too late, given, that this was their last job together. It wouldn't matter how badly she yearned to have him again, when he was gone...he'd be gone. They were good at disappearing, and Sasha...well, she could only hope she wouldn't mind it this time.

Now settled completely upon her back, she tipped her head off to the side, just in time for his hand to catch upon her face. Gasping out, it was sheer instinct, to squirm against the sudden lack of sight. The pressure upon her mouth had her panting hard, briefly catching the sound of something falling to the floor...his belt, perhaps? Sasha was stuck, unable to do much, but to merely jump when he not so gracefully shoved his suitcase off of the bed. That made her yelp out, and not a moment later, was her vision once more, full of him. She stared in awe, watching as his pants fell around his ankles, giving her a sight that had her blood flowing in speedy rivulets. "Oohh..." Sasha could only gawk, unable to close her agape mouth, calm her breathing, or stop the steady flow of shudders racing down her spine. He was like an Adonis...and all hers, too.

No man had ever looked as delicious as he did, merely standing there in a pair of boxer briefs. The prominent, sinful lining of his cock stood out wonderfully, and quickly had her mouth watering. "Fuck," she breathed out, pushing herself up onto her elbows, to expand her view of the show he was quite happy to give her. A little shift of her lower body, and her toes curled, eyes eagerly watching as his hand sank down beneath the clinging material, pumping at the shaft laying within. "Hn...yeah, your cock," Sasha cooed out breathlessly, before shifting herself up onto her knees. Knelt before him, she began the tortuously slow process of crawling towards him. A plump, perfect ass perked up and swaying from side to side, showcasing the visible dimples laying just above the sweet swell of her cheeks. From her toned arms, to her seemingly perfectly perky breasts...all the way down to those wide hips and healthy thighs. It was a wonder how he hadn't jumped her sooner, but, Sasha was thankful that they were both savoring this for all it was worth.

After all, sex was an art to her...and deserved to be treated with a kind, steady hand.

Now at the edge of the mattress, she leaned in, closing the space between them, to let her mouth press against the flesh right above the waistband of his briefs. A soft, wet suck and she dragged her tongue against the lining, letting the tip dip down, beneath the cotton. Blowing across the moistened skin, she grinned, tipping those beautiful eyes of hers up to his face. "It's not very nice to make a girl wait," she murmured hotly.
 
His boxers tight, so tight it was agitating him. It would almost seem like they were his chosen underwear for the exclusive fact that if he got aroused, they would be the best to hold it back. Watching her crawl to him made his heart skip several beats, and his hand within his boxers began to pump abruptly faster, she could hear his wrist thumping against his skin and the rustling of fabric as his waist band moved back and forth. It had been nice to tease her, as she had always subjected him to such actions to keep herself amused. Yet it was obvious she would have the upper hand in such a department every time. He had to pull his hand out before he got overly excited. His eyes scanned every inch of her, savoring the moment.

He inhaled sharply as she began to mouth him through the fabric, his stomach sucking in air, holding his breath. "Oh...God," he finally managed to whisper out, letting her realize that he was just as aroused, if not more than she was. He needed to recollect himself. "Have you ever known me to be nice?" He questioned her in a playful tone. He hardly moved back at all as he took his boxers down with his hands and fingers slowly. The waistband caught the head of his cock, and dragged it downwards, letting her see every inch of his thick, veiny shaft before the waistband passed the head, and it sprung out, hitting her under her chin. He pulled back stepping out of them, before he moved forward again. The head was agitated in red, and his entire cock was pointed at her, the object of his desire. Around the base of it, he had trimmed himself, only coarse stubble surrounding it.

"I always wanted a wife who was good at giving head," he murmured, once again falling in the facade that they were married. His hand reached down, tangling his fingers into her curls, and urged her head forward, until his cock rested against her cheek, pointing up vertically. He held it there, staring at her in lust, aroused by his cock so near her pretty face. He pulled her head and his hips back in unison, before readjusting, letting the tip of his cock press against her lips.
 
"Hnnng..." Gods, that was a nice cock. Sasha was all sorts of excited, the moment she was given the pleasure of viewing him completely, free of his boxer briefs. It had her heart racing in her chest, and forced her to very nearly take him within her mouth right then and there. However, she was promptly reminded that they were taking their time...and thus, she let him play his shaft against her face, enjoying the warmth that it caused to spread throughout her. "Is that so," she asked him gently, a smile playing at her lips. "Well...I certainly hope I'll be able to give you that..." Oh, Sasha didn't have to hope, she knew she'd give him what he wanted, and so, so much more. Her previous partners had insistently boasted about how talented her small, wet mouth was. Wondrously tainted with an oral fixation, and constant need to give pleasure to those who gave it to her...it was no wonder, why Sasha always enjoyed the act of sucking a man off. It got her riled up, just as much as it would them. If anything, it made her orgasms all the more enjoyable...

When that reddened, bulbous head brushed against her lips, she didn't waste another moment, before opening up to it. Leaning in, gently, her tongue was coaxed across the slit found at the very top. She teased it, suckling against the appendage just before drawing it in. A sweet, soft moan was muffled as she began suckling hotly upon the head, and nothing more. He tasted divine, and with the way her lashes fluttered...eyes threatening to close at any second, it was obvious how lost she was growing to be, in the act. A tip of her head then, and she took in the first few inches before pulling back, and then forward again. Over and over, she worked him at a languid pace, wanting to get him slick with her saliva, and heavily stimulated. To know that her partner's cock was now occupying her mouth, was more than enough fuel to make her ass wriggle.

By now, half of his shaft was glistening in spit; quite a sight to see, as she pulled back. A devilish smirk was shot up towards him, whilst she licked at her lips. "I was right," she began, rolling her tongue across the ridge-line of the tip, to exaggerate her confession, "You taste as good as you look..." Another lick, and he was popped right back into her mouth, cheeks caving in with a noisy, wet suck.
 
He watched her, speechless, wondering if she truly was capable of such a feat. He had always imagined her to be quite the romp in bed, but he hardly ever thought about it, lest the thought stirred him into wanting her. Even if she would not prove to be a capable cock sucker, Scott was pleased enough to see her face so near him, his cock seemed like a monster in contrast to her face, and seemingly innocent eyes. His toes might even curl.

She just did that, however, as she took him, moaning in pleasure. His toes curled in ecstasy, and he swallowed hard, staring at her with wide eyes in disbelief. "Oh..." he said, blankly, before the pleasure started to register, and he said in a shrill voice, "Oh God yes." He saw her ass wiggle in content, and he suddenly blurted out purposefully, "I'm going to fuck your brains out tonight." It wasn't the most sensual, or romantic thing he had said in his life, but they were past that. Whatever control he had over his body, he was losing it rapidly. He stared at her, transfixed at her eager mouth, feeling her want to please him made it all the much better, and he wanted to milk her for all she was worth.

"Do I..." he swallowed again, hard. "I'm... glad of that," he said in a croak of a voice, so turned on that he could hardly think straight. He tangled his hand in her hair, and tried to establish his position as being in control. "Hold it against my stomach and lick it from base to tip," he instructed her, or tried to. The shrillness of his voice made it sound like he was begging. "Then use that slutty mouth for all its worth and suck my cock," he said more firmly.
 
He was beyond adorable, and easily, did he have her smiling up towards him. Sasha would gladly give him what he asked of her, even if he intended to not give her a choice in the matter, she would be happy either way. Thus, with his fingers curled into her hair, she dipped her head down. Oh, she'd do everything he said for her to do...but, she'd do it her way. A way, that she knew any man would enjoy.

That wicked mouth of hers latched itself upon his inner thigh, suckling at the flesh found there, before a curious tongue wiggled across to the hanging sack nearby. Teasing at the smooth, sensitive flesh...she gave each of his balls a tender, thoughtful suck, hoping to get his blood flowing all the more. Working her way from his base, her mouth wrapped about the underside of his cock, before she slowly, so painfully slowly...began working her way on up. Lathering him thoroughly with her saliva, her tongue wiggled and teased at the prominent vein currently nestled betwixt her lips. By the time she was at the head, his shaft was flush against his stomach. A glance up towards his face then, and she grinned, letting her hand reach up, to allow her thumb the pleasure of pinning the thick head against him, keeping his dick in place.

Up and down she went, lapping at him like a hungry kitten. She got him wherever she could reach, which, was absolutely everywhere. Sasha couldn't quite help herself, and only stopped, when her own urge to suck him dry was far too much to ignore. Her thumb slipped away from the top, and let his length drop down, an eager mouth catching it immediately. A desperate, sensuous moan and she thrusted her head forward, now grasping tightly at his hips. All the way down to the end, until her nose was pressed to his lower navel, and her chin was firmly nestled against his ball-sack. Sasha deep throated him without any faltering, and continued to, with fluid, talented motions of her pretty head. He wanted her slutty mouth to suck his cock? Then he'd get just that. Those eyes watched him, gazing towards him...as she continued to take him from base to tip.
 
He stared at her, keeping his eyes open, forcing himself to watch. He wanted to tilt his head back and close his eyes in pleasure to savor her touch, but her alluring eyes, as well as the fact he would never see this again, kept his head tilted. He stared at her, confused as she sucked his thigh, opening his mouth to protest, despite liking the feeling. "What are you-" She managed to cut his sentence short as her tongue licked at his balls, before they sucked on each of them. "Oh fuck! Baby!" He exhaled deeply, and then groaned out, "That feels soooo good..." To think he probably could have had her doing this in the down time of all their other missions. When she did as he asked of her, his mouth simply hung open, before he grit his teeth gradually, trying to contain the overwhelming pleasure he felt by bearing his teeth at her.

When she finished, he swallowed, taking the back of her head firmly. He began to move his hips in junction with her head, making it bob up and down on his cock. He did it slow, and sensually, working it. "Don't you fucking dare look anywhere else," he hissed between his teeth. His cock head began to puncture at her throat as he drove himself, almost mercilessly, making her nose touch against his firm skin above his cock, his nutsack starting to smack against her chin.

More so than anything, even the pleasure he felt in his cock, he found himself lost in her eyes. She was so.. damn.. beautiful. He hated it. He should have done this way earlier. He couldn't stand looking into those eyes as he practically face fucked her, shoving his meat deeper and deeper into her throat. How could he only do this one time? He found himself regretting the decision, more and more. He would never be able to look into those eyes again without thinking of his cock lodged in her mouth.

"Come here," he said, pulling away, leaving a line of salivia from his cock to her mouth. "I'm going to make you my bitch," he hissed again, but there was no way he was going to look at her face while he did it. Once again, the command to 'come here' meant little as he kept his hand in her hair, twisting it. "Turn around and show me your ass."
 
Sasha wouldn't dare look anywhere else. The expression on this man's face was far too alluring. He had her practically fixated on him, whilst he all but fucked her pretty little mouth, forcing her saliva to build up, dribble across her chin...and thoroughly ease the process of his cock thrusting forward, all the more. He had her right where she wanted to be, her sweet, adorable attempts of sucking him even harder, and wiggling her tongue against him, not going unnoticed. She could feel the way he throbbed, and practically filled her up until her cheeks and jaw were aching. It was the most pleasurable, satisfying pain she'd ever experience.

Even if this action was considered to be nasty, messy, and almost degrading...she couldn't help but feel absolutely beautiful. It was the way Scott watched her, his eyes boring right down into her own, practically penetrating her with that intense stare. Sasha could only hope that he was enjoying himself, that she was giving him something that he'd always try to compete with, but could never top. Could he really, truly, only do this once with her? Time would eventually tell, but until that came...she would keep to her word, and take this as their first, and last romp with one another. Either way, she was thoroughly enjoying herself, and was about to find even more reasons to be thankful for this change of events. He wanted more, and so did she. Her poor, aching pussy practically begging her for some much needed attention...

"Mmmn...you promise," she crooned up to him, licking away the string of saliva that had connected her mouth, to his cock. A devilish glimmer was apparent in her hues, and she gladly pulled away, so she could turn right back around. Without a word, her upper body fell against the sheets, and as her knees continued to dig into the mattress, he was gifted with the gorgeous sight of her bare ass hiked up. It was obvious how much she wanted him. The telltale sign being the obvious wetness nestled between her thighs, coating her puffy, soft slit. The mere idea of having Scott look to her, when she was in such a vulnerable position and state...it made her squirm, her hands immediately shifting, to grasp upon the blankets on either side of her. The cool air was assaulting her sensitive, lower regions all the while, forcing a gasp to escape her, every now and then.
 
"I promise," he said immediately. He watched her present herself to him, taking his erection, stroking it slowly. She fell against the bed on her upper half, making her ass perch up, ripe for the taking. "My God." His hands took her hips, and pulled her to the edge of the bed in a demanding fashion, making the blankets slide with her body. "You're so fucking sexy baby," he whispered, stepping closer as he eased himself closer. He took his cock by its base, swiping it upwards between her legs, and at her wetness. He used the head to pierce her lips, swiping it in and out of her with just the head in a vertical motion, flicking it up and down. His hand was steady on one ass cheek, holding it firmly to keep her in place.

His hand drew back, raising in the air, before it brought itself down on her opposite cheek, making a noticeable sting upon her ass, as well as a clapping sound. It wasn't the hardest of spanks, but in no way was it considered gentle. He did her other cheek in the same fashion, not caring if she enjoyed the sensation or not- she was his tonight, and he would do what he wanted with her while he had the chance.

"I'm going to make you scream it," he whispered in a promise as he leaned forward, bending his body forward to press his chest against her back. He nipped at her ear, biting at the skin before tugging on her ear lobe. "I'm going to make you squirt all over my cock like the slut you are." He leaned back, and began to gather her hair in his hand. It was so long, he had always wondered why she kept it so long, but he wasn't going to complain now. His hand twisted in her strands near the middle of her hair, around the middle of her back, giving in a sharp tug to make her get on her hands and knees rather than just her knees. The rest of her hair dripped down to her lower back, just above her ass. In the same motion as his firm yank, his cock that had already been inside of her seared forward, drilling itself deep within her folds, his hips and thighs clapping against her ass and thighs. He held himself there, while keeping a firm hold of her head, making her look straight into the glass window. It was dark, and she could see a blur of their reflection, his body standing over her, while she was bent on the bed in submission. His eyes gloated over her body, before he noticed the reflection, and stared at her eyes through it. His teeth gritted together, and he moved his hips back, slowly, taking his time as he let her savor every inch of his cock.
 
He called her...baby? If anything, that got the most prominent reaction out of her. More so, than anything else he had said to her before...that simple, careless pet name had her cheeks flaring up in a visible hue of red. She couldn't help herself! It was something so sweet, and almost endearing, that it made her actually feel as if this bout of passionate, frantic groping, wasn't just merely caused by their suffering sexual appetites. Rather, that he had some...deeply rooted affections for her, somewhere in that steely complex of his. Whether or not he did, wasn't going to change anything. She wanted him, he wanted her, and they were going to have one another. Fully. It showed in the way she so eagerly gave herself to him, letting him indulge, in her seemingly flawless form. Sasha was barely able to keep her hands off of him...his taste, still lingering.

That sharp, wielding spank and she jerked forward, gasping out, when his palm made hard contact with her plump, sensitive ass cheek. "Nnngh..!" Sasha lurched forward in shock, feeling her nerves tingle up in a sizzle, before her other ass cheek, was given the same treatment. Now overwhelmed with a wondrous mix of pain and pleasure, the young woman rolled her hips, practically egging him on, to sink deep inside of her eager hole.

Scott had proven to her time and time again, that there were many sides to him. Sides, that she enjoyed exploring. It would be a little disheartening, having to deal with him in his normal state of quiet, calculating and cold demeanor. Could she really handle him like that, after all of this? She seriously doubted it, especially now, as he bent over her prone frame, and began whispering things in her ear, that had her dribbling wetness, dribble all the more. Curling her toes, and digging her palms into the bed beneath her, she groaned out in response to his claim of making her squirt all over his cock. Oh, she didn't doubt him one bit...and knew all too well, that he was going to drive her absolutely crazy. Only one man, had ever made her truly orgasm...and hopefully, Scott would put him to shame and wreck her susceptible system completely, to the very core.

Forced on her hands, she remained there, positioned for his liking...and panting out her eager anticipation. Gods, she wanted him inside of her! The grip on her hair only worsened her state of arousal, the utter display of domination getting the better of her, and forcing Sasha to endure the intense wracking of heat against her muscles. It was as if her entire body was pulsating, vibrations surging through her...and forcing an uproar of sweet, gentle moans. "Fuck..." His cock, it teased her folds, driving deep between them, and gently caressing across her inner workings. Inch by inch, he filled her up, and she watched the entire motion. Even though it wasn't the most clearest of reflections, she could certainly make out their bodies. It only heightened it all the more, forcing a shuddering breath to spill between red, plump lips. "Goddamn...Scott," she muttered.
 
His hips eased themselves back slowly, until his cock was out of her, save the head. He removed his gaze from her blurry reflection, to stare down at the sight. "You like that baby?" He whispered to her. His hand upon her hair, loosened its grip, letting her head relax for the most part. He hunched over her again, pressing his knees on the bed, in between her spread legs. His mouth went towards her ear, and he whispered, "Your pussy feels so good." When he had leaned in, his hips moved forward in the process, letting more of his shaft fill her, half way. "Nice and wet..." he murmured in a husky tone against her ear, referring to her pussy. He released her hair, and pressed his arms above her shoulders, holding himself up above her as his hands grabbed at the blankets just above her own hands.

His hips bucked against her slowly, taking his time, exploring and feeling the depths of her walls with his cock, while he pressed his face, mostly his nose, against her cheek. His mouth parted, and he let out noises of exertion, mostly heavy breathing, and occasional grunts. "You want me to pound you?" He whispered to her. "You want my cock pumping in and out of your pussy like there's no tomorrow?" His voice was gentle at first, but eventually he spoke faster, and louder, and hotter. His hips too, as he spoke, began to move faster, feeding her more of his cock faster, filling her to the brim as she felt his head touch against her g spot. "Huh?" His weight pressed down upon her, making it hard for her to stay on all fours. One of his hands slipped from the bed, between her arms and breasts under her, venturing down towards her clit. His cheek nuzzled against hers as he looked down, trying to focus as he began to rub his fingers against it, up and down, matching the pace of his hips.
 
She couldn't help but smirk, a soft laugh escaping her. "You think I only like it," she murmured to him, reveling in the way his body grew closer...soon enough feeling his mouth brush up against her ear. "Hnng, I love it, is more accurate," she teased him just before he made her whimper. She sounded so helpless, his words...and his throbbing shaft, getting the better of her. Sasha could barely stand the tortuously slow pulses he was giving her, her body very nearly on fire, and buzzing...wanting so much more. She needed to come, and gods, did she want to come all over him, too. The mere thought of it had the young woman in a frenzy, such showing in the way her plump ass swayed, wriggling her prominent hips to and fro. No man had ever gotten under her skin like this, and it was scary, to think she had been around him for so long...and hadn't ever suspected him.

"Ahh...fuck..." She was soon enough greeted with the added weight of him on top of her, and his hands, only mere inches from her own. Now completely pinned beneath him, and at his mercy, she braced herself as much as she possibly could. Scott was doing things to her...saying things, that had her cunt clenching up involuntarily, her wetness practically oozing out of her, with every movement. "Nngh, yeah...I want you to pound into m-me," Sasha stuttered, acting so unlike her usual self. Her own heavy breaths melded with his, creating a lovely array of hot, sweaty sounds that filled the already tensed atmosphere.

Unable to continue staring down towards the sheets, and just as her body began to weaken beneath him, she turned her head. Their mouths brushed against each other, and she gazed towards him, eagerly moaning against his chiseled jaw. "Fuck me...make me come all over your cock," she begged of him, and was happily given the priceless pleasure of her clit being mercilessly rubbed. That did her in, and her arms gave out on her. The side of her beautiful, flushed face was now flat against the bed, her eyes closed, and ass shoving itself up into his lower gut. "Yes, yes...yes...!" He was going to make her come, if he continued like this...
 
Her sounds and words only encouraged him, urged him on to please her further. She fell on his arm as it was under her, but he made no protest, only grunting now at the combined efforts of his fingers, and hips. "Cum for me. Cum all over my cock, baby," he cooed out to her, pressing his face into her hair as he spoke. His fingers began to rub at her almost violently, and he moved his mouth to sink his teeth on the flesh connecting her neck and shoulder, making sure to apply pressure to make it painful as well as to create a mark she would not soon be able to get rid of. He growled at her in a threatening manner with his teeth lodged into her skin, as if telling her she did not cum soon, he would only fuck her harder.

He moved away from her, pulling his hand away from her clit briefly. He leaned back, pressing her face into the covers. "Cum for me, bitch!" He shouted at her, spanking her ass with his other hand, again and again, and again, starting to make her ass turn a shade of red, leaving various imprints of his hand upon them. "Tell me you're my bitch!" He was nearly screaming at this point. His hand went under her side, and located her clit, once again rubbing it, hoping it would stimulate her. His hand pressing upon the back of her head made it hard for her to answer as her cheek pressed against the bed. His cock was moving in and out of her violently at this point, stretching her walls as he filled her up mercilessly in barbaric fashion, making her ass cheeks ripple as his hips clapped against them with every stroke. "TELL ME!" He shouted at her, letting go of her head and her clit, taking her wrists. He pulled them back, parallel to her sides, sharply. "TELL ME WHOSE BITCH YOU ARE!" He screamed at her, his pulling made her upper half lift in the air, her breasts swinging beneath her wildly, her head bowed in submission with her hair shaking about her face.
 
Gods, was this man working her for everything she had to give. Sasha could barely keep herself focused, the stimulants that were currently attacking her body, forcing her mind to draw a blank. As if she was completely, comfortably numb for the moment, all she could feel was the pleasure, and soon, the pain that he inflicted upon her. Crying out sharply as his teeth sank down into her pliable flesh, her muscles contracted in tune to the assault, forcing her to clamp down around him like a searing hot vice. Refusing to let up on her screams, she filled the room, conflicting against his own harsh words, that quickly got the better of her.

No longer was he that cool, collected and quiet killer. No, he was a rampaging, hardened and determined man that wanted his woman to come. Sasha reveled in it, each second pushing her closer and closer to an orgasm that would absolutely exhaust her. Jerking across the bed violently, her little hands clutching upon the sheets in desperation of having some sort of stability, it was of no use. She was now marked with his teeth, her ass was as red as a beet, and stinging like all hell. This woman was utterly claimed tonight, and she didn't want it to stop. Not one bit. Even if her body was practically aching from head to toe, all she could beg for, was more.

"Mmmn...! You son of a bitch, fuck me...! Fuck me and make me fucking...oohh! Make me come, I'm gonna..." Sasha stuttered, her confession interrupted with a particularly heightened squeal. He was rubbing at her clit again after a moment of rest, and was very well sending her right off that very steep, high cliff. "I'm your bitch," she proclaimed shamelessly, her head bowed and beautiful face caught up in an array of priceless expressions. "I'm your bitch, Scott...I...I'm coming...oh, holy fuck...I am..." She could only moan, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, and her orgasm finally meeting its peak. She screamed, so loud...and her wetness, it gushed out of her and wondrously coated him, and her upper thighs. Sasha was nothing more than a shuddering, quivering mess in his hands, completely slack...and more than overridden with ecstasy.
 
Her words encouraged him, making it easier for him to throw his lower body at her, again and again. He felt his body start to sweat, a single drop of sweat formed at his pectorals, before it dripped down between his defined abs. "You're my sexy little bitch!" He shouted with her. "Oh God yes! Come all over my cock like the bitch you are.." he was in heaven, to make his partner submit to him, and let him violate his body as he pleased. It was as if all the teasing she had done, was suddenly being repaid in full by the sharp impact of his hips upon her ass and thighs, sending her body jerking back and forth, subject to the power of his thrusts.

When she came, it was easier to thrust, her fluids lubricated his cock, and he stared in fascination as she dripped from her pussy, the fierce pounding he gave her only made it leak out even more. He let go of her hands, letting her fall on her face and upper body, but he continued to feed her his cock, grunting and growling at her. "Oh yes... don't think I'm done with you yet, do you?" He asked. He paused briefly, she heard and felt him leaning to the side to pick up something near the bed. Once again her hands were shot behind her, only to be placed on her lower back, and then she felt a silky fabric, his tie, being tied about her wrists.

Once he had tied her wrists behind her back using his tie, he bucked his hips back and forth, admiring the way her body moved as he took his pleasure on her. He raised a hand to wipe the sweat off of his brow, before his hands found her ass. He began to squeeze it, pulling at her skin between his fingers, smacking it lightly. Already, he could feel his orgasm building up. "Oh... Sasha..." he groaned out, tilting his head back, his fingers squeezing at her skin abruptly hard as he used her name for the first time of the night. "You're going to make me cum, baby," he whispered in a soft voice, before he looked down at her. "Look at me," he told her, knowing it was hard for her to do so in her current position, but he wanted to see those eyes one last time.
 
He didn't let up on her, and Sasha, truly didn't want him to either. Even if her body was beyond sensitive at this point, and anything could very well make her shudder violently, it was more than welcomed, the harsh thrusting of his hips. The woman could feel her sweet, seemingly infinite fluids drip from her, coating him with ease...and only aiding in his quest to find his own release. He could quickly have her coming again, if he so willed it. Sasha was beyond any words at this moment, her body covered in a glistening sheen of sweat, flushed from head to toe...and surely bruised in some locations, too.

Her ass was already quite red and irritated, as was that marking of teeth between her shoulder and neck.

A beautiful, used body upon the bed, and she simply groaned, when he arrested her wrists into captivity. Now, her arms were tied behind her...forcing her face and chest, to remain pinned completely to the sweaty sheets below. She panted out hotly, curled strands of her dark hair clinging desperately to her face, and threatening to slip between her lips. More than anything, she wanted him to feel the pleasure she had. To reach that peak, and fall down so fast...so hard, until he was as breathless as she. He kept the poor thing spinning in pleasure, from the way he casually groped at her ass, smacking it as he pleased...and then, he spoke. Saying her name, she immediately perked up, lashes fluttering, and eyes widening in brief disbelief. Had she...heard him correctly? Turning her head just so, she listened to him, growing hot, for reasons that scared her.

Sasha enjoyed it when he said her name...loved it, when he called her baby, and asked for her to look towards him, just before he lost his own control. Eager, almost desperate, to give him that, she turned her head a little more, until those bright, heavily lidded eyes of hers, gazed up towards him. They were dark with passionate, and glimmered with a flawless plead. "Come for me, baby," she whispered to him, perking her abused ass higher, and purposely tightening herself up. "Look at me...and fucking come..." It was her turn to now bid him to let go, and gods, if he didn't...she would somehow untie herself, and make him reach that pinnacle.
 
He stared at her, transfixed, his eyes locked onto hers. He lost himself in them, temporarily forgetting that he was even close to an orgasm, or even that he was fucking her. He didn't even feel apart of his body. "I'm gonna come... I'm gonna come," he whispered out, his own eyes widening as he was brought into his own body, and he felt the sudden built up, coming fast, and hard, shooting up through his cock. He shifted his hips out of her, and didn't even need to stroke as his cock tensed, throbbing, his entire body ceasing to move, before it erupted, sending strand after strand of white fluid upon her already violated ass, reaching up to her lower back, ruining his tie and splattering over her hands. It came, again and again, almost ceaselessly, making it very obvious it had been a while since he had such a release. It ended, and he broke off his gaze from her, tilting his head down, admiring the mess he made.

It was an incredible release, the best he ever had, but he found himself feeling empty. He stayed behind her, breathing hard, and heavy, listening to the rain drops thudding against the window, it was raining heavily now. He shouldn't have done that, he realized as he studied her naked body, looking at everything he had subjected her to, cumming on her, spanking her, biting her. He let out a heavy sigh, whether it was one of content or satisfaction, she wouldn't be able to tell.

"You're a good fuck, Brittany," he told her suddenly, refusing to even look at her as he untied her. There was no way he would call her Sasha after that. They had had their fun. It was back to work. He gave her rump an almost affectionate slap, twice, to signal that he had finished, and without another word, he got off the bed, and went into the bathroom. There was an audible click of the lock, and shortly after, she heard the water spraying. She was left there, violated, without even anything to clean herself up with. He seemed repulsed by her body suddenly, and did not even check to see what had happened to the target and his girl. He needed to get away from her.

Scott pressed his forehead against the ceramic wall, and said, "Fuck." It had been amazing, yes, she had fulfilled him, made him relieve himself like she had suggested in such a way he would always crave it again. And that was the problem. What had been the point? He had done it, knowing it would be a bad idea. Now he was more frustrated, he would never be able to look at her in the same way, he would always crave her touch and never accept it again.

The shower was a long, and he had been unable to recollect his thoughts or calm himself. He opened the bathroom door, letting the steam blow out with a towel wrapped around his waist, that same formidable body that had just forced her to be his was the same in every way as she had seen before. He went over to the window without looking at her, checking on the target, before he went to his other suitcase, dropping the towel to display his tight ass, the muscular buns that pressed outwards with strength. He began to pick out a new shirt.
 
All she could do was...lay there. Sasha was a bit confused, considering, he had gone from one extreme, to the other. In only a matter of seconds, no less. Of course the young woman had anticipated for him to eventually part from her, to go shower...but to do it in the manner he had? It was...well, it was very, very cruel. It made her feel horrible, despite the fact that she had done nothing to him, to provoke such treatment. He had merely left her there, covered in the mixture of their releases, unable to wash herself off, or do much of anything else, except...wait. Her ass was killing her, as was nearly everything else.

She knew better than to take it personally, and even if she was still hanging in the balance, trying to make sense of what had just transpired...the human part of her, the part that felt things, even when she didn't want to, was beginning to win out. She was ashamed, and admittedly sad. It didn't help to hear the water of the shower melding with the heavy rain, as it only gave her an excuse to let out those pitiful, soft sounds of regret.

Why had she done that...knowing, he would shun her away?

The only thing that seemed to be reliable, was curling up beneath one of the many sheets, and keeping herself covered. Scott gave off the cruel, judgmental aura that had her wanting to get dressed. Was the sight of her, after his barrage of reckless treatments, truly too much for him to accept? Or was it merely a horrible reminder, of what he had done to her...what she had done to him? The young woman merely got to her feet, when he finally returned to the bedroom. She wanted to shower for what could be hours, right now. Sasha needed to get away from him, out of fear she might try to strike him. He was resorting to the asshole card, and while it would probably be far better, and easier on the both of them, if she hated him...Sasha couldn't quite bring herself to do that. She wasn't as heartless as he was, or desperate.

Not bothering to look at him, the soiled sheet was dropped just before the bathroom door, which was quietly closed behind her. The sound of the shower once more resounded, and she quickly doused herself beneath the warm flow. Soap was generously poured onto her curves, and she scrubbed away at every inch she could possibly get to. She wanted his scent off of her...hell, she wanted to just strip herself completely clean, of the memories they had just made. It was going to be a torturous time, having to see him, stay in a room with him nearly every day...all day. Would he continue to ignore her, like he was doing now...?
 
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