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There was a sharp intake of breath, and then her lips moved soundlessly, forming the word – “please”. He turned to Berzin with a smirk. “She will do anything” he purred. “She said the same thing to our Cossacks” Berzin replied, folding his arms. Yakov dropped blowjob his cigarette and stamped it out. Unfastening her cuffs, he seized her right nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisted it viciously to drag her down at his feet. Brown eyes stared up at him, pleading, as he fumbled his tunic and trousers open to free his cock. Her hesitant hand reached out to caress, but he took a fistful of hair and thrust himself into her mouth. It took only a minute or so of skull-fucking before he froze rigid, his face locked into a pained grimace. Anastasiya gulped and panted, turning hopefully to Berzin. He approached in his turn, cold-eyed and flaccid. “I can be nice to you, too” she pleaded, but he had a different plan in mind. She blinked, startled, when the jet of piss played over her face. He gave a mirthless bark of laughter when she leant into the stream, catching it in her mouth and drinking thirstily in a blatant display of the most abject surrender. “Come along” Yakov said, straightening his uniform. “If you would conduct your usual softening-up process please, Sergeant?” he asked Dmitri. “That should just give us enough time to dine at the hotel, then we’ll return for the main part of the interrogation”. Anastasiya looked from one man to another in desperation. Dmitri saluted and then fixed her with a hard, forbidding stare until the officers’ footsteps faded away on the floorboards above them. When they heard the door slam, he burst into an angry tirade, the words tumbling over themselves in his panic and fury. pov “What on earth were you thinking of? This is real – this is not one of your games back in Mirenberg. Do you realise what you have done? I will have to kill them both” here he unholstered his Makarov and began to pace back and forth. “And then we will have to run for the Circessian positions, with this blizzard coming on, and I won’t have time to warn the others, and it’s all because of your stupidity”. “Why do you amateur have to kill them?” she asked when he paused for breath. “Because when they return in a couple of hours they will expect to find you tortured and broken” he shouted. She rose to her feet, swept damp hair from her face and squared her shoulders. “Then torture and break me” she breathed. “I am very tempted to do just that” he returned angrily. because no one else will. He had to be getting excited. She says anger leaving her eyes and panic slowly creeping into them. In the end, Ji-Min and I were dripping with cum. I especially loved the kissing we did. She had clearly been caught doing something. 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