Sarah rotated her pelvis, taking every hard inch of Tommy’s manhood into her soaking wet pussy. He moaned with pleasure and began to buck his hips again. Sarah’s grin stretched from ear to ear, knowing she had won. The private slammed her against the wall, driving his cock deep into her. “Oh God, Tommy,” Sarah moaned as his dick rubbed all the right spots. He thrusts a couple more times; their bodies now making a slapping sound together.
“I’m going to come,” he gasped in her ear. Sarah frantically bucked her hips, her own orgasm on the horizon. “Fuck me harder, I am almost there…” she pleaded, and he responded. Her playmate moved in and out, picking up the pace as he went. He felt her pussy grasp his rod as she exploded into a massive orgasm. Her moans and movements pushed Tommy that last mile and he emptied his juices into her, moaning and panting the girl’s name in the heat of the moment. Sarah continued to move on him, just milking his shaft of everything he had in him. He slammed her hard against the wall one last time then withdrew from her and stepped back.
The hammering came at the door, followed by an angry Turner, “Hurry the fuck up! This is important, we can’t blow this thing with Brucks!” he shouted.
Sarah and Tommy quickly got dressed and fixed themselves up a little, before she opened the door. Turner gave them a half annoyed and a half-knowing look. He winked at Private Whacker then sent him out of the room.
“All right Sarah, we have a chopper waiting, hopefully we won’t be late for our meeting,” Turner told her.
As Turner escorted her down the hallway the two of them talked.
“Are you coming with me?” Sarah asked.
“You know better than to ask Sarah, you’ll be on your own today. Don’t screw this up. Remember, you may have to do things you don’t want to, but it’s key that you get the job. Do you have the ear piece in place?” he asked.
Sarah nodded and pointed to her ear, then she held up the purse with the camera installed in it, as if knowing that was his next question. After a short walk they boarded the helicopter and began to lift off the ground. Sarah peered out the window and saw Private Whacker watching the take off, she mouthed the words, “goodbye” and seconds later he was the size of an ant. The chopper didn’t fly directly to the island, but instead took them to a boat dock where some unfriendly looking men greeted the group.
“You must be Sarah,” said the man in charge of the boat. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of blue jeans, she was pretty certain he was Cuban. On his head was a type of hat that Sarah associated with the drug cartel. The guy looked like he was straight out of an 80’s movie.
“You’re a hot mama aren’t ya?” he asked, looking her body over.
Sarah crossed her arms in front of her chest and stepped onto the boat. She gave Turner a nod and in return he pointed his fingers like a gun and winked at her. It was his way of saying, good luck, go get em, and I know you can do it, all it one. Sarah smiled at the gesture and waited for the boat to leave the dock.
|