..” the head technician stammers. “The facility in Siberia fell under attack and was destroyed a few hours ago.”“And I am only learning of thi... now?” the Sura nearly screams. Anger fills every word as well as his eyes.“We’ve only just received word, my lord,” the man explains. “The Russian government has moved in to take control of the situation, declaring it their investigation since it took place in their country.”Typheryian ponders over the information for a moment then glares back at the. The slapping of their bodies together was drowned out by Zoey’s screams of pleasure. Evan felt her walls close around his cock. She was thrown into an orgasm, her head leaned back into her pillow and her legs contracted around Evan. He thrusted his hips forward as far as they would go and buried his cock inside of her. He let her have her orgasm before he pulled out and let the combination of blood and juices run down her ass and onto the red blankets. “Thanks for that,” she said, breathing. Two years ago She love-married a same-aged Bengali boy who’d also studied at Delhi University. Her husband Shantanu Banerjee is dark-skinned, medium-height, intelligent and liberal. He’s now a marketing manager in a noted corporate sector organization. They live in Greater Kailash-I in New Delhi. Sarda runs her own small boutique (of lingerie) from a room downstairs their 2-storied house at Greater Kailash-I.By the way, with them lives another woman and she’s none other than Sarda’s senior (and. Her voice was low and strained, reflecting the nervousness she certainly felt, when she said, “My hair’s a mess. I must look like a skank.” I slipped my arms around her and pulled her close. My pelvis was beginning to glow and pulsate in that wonderfully familiar way. “I never knew a skank who was beautiful.” Her modesty was genuine and unaffected, making it appealing. She blushed and looked down. “You’re just saying that,” she said in what was becoming a private little joke between us. I took.