Spy Girl

Vicki stopped with her cock buried completely inside Patrinkov's now much looser asshole. She let go of his shoulders, leaning back enough to unclasp her front close bra and slip it off of her shoulders. There was a sheen of sweat over her whole body and some drops were running down between her breasts as she pressed them against his back again. Patrinkov didn't notice her sweat because he was sweating profusely himself. His head was hanging forward and the sweat was dripping from the end of his nose as he panted, trying hard to catch his breath. His mind was reeling from what was happening. He felt so helpless, under her complete control, and he knew that should bother him, but his fogy brain and body seemed to be inexplicably enjoying this torment.

Now that her bra was lying on the floor, all Vicki had on was her high heeled red pumps. She placed her hands back on his hips and slowly pulled her cock out till just the head was still inside him, then thrust it back in as hard as she could, her hips ramming his ass cheeks and causing Patrinkov let out a little yelp when her big balls hit his smaller ones.

"So. Patrinkov. Still. Want. To. Tell. Me. You. Don't. Know. Any. Thing?" She asked punctuating each word with a hard thrust.

"I can't tell you anything because they will kill me if I do!" Patrinkov wailed.

Vicki stopped pounding her cock into him for a second and stood still.

"Well then, you do have a problem, because I'm close to cuming inside you and once I do, you are going to tell me everything you know whether you like it or not. That's just another little plus from the pills your government has been giving me. Before I cum in you, I want to switch positions. I want to look into your eyes as my cum squirts deep inside of you."

Vicki slowly pulled out of Patrinkov and his insides felt like a balloon deflating. Without her big cock inside him, the emptiness was almost overpowering. She stepped to the side of the machine, pulled a lever and then began turning a crank.