She starts to struggle, to fight for air. While I brutally fuck her cunt with maximum force her eyes and mouth are wide open, begging for a tiny gasp ...f fresh air. But I have no mercy! Her nude body struggles, jerks, her ribcage contracts, desperately trying to reach the water surface, trying to hold her breath a bit longer. But my grip around her waist keeps her under water, my big giant cock pumping in her pussy holding her tight, not giving her any chance to breathe! I know she is drowning. "Would you know why these individuals arrived outside as we were packing up to dust?" Budzinski pointed to Miller's combat PDA display.Clark was puzzled, "Dust?" Uh, in the old days when you were ready to abandon a position you'd call in slicks, unarmed transport helicopters, and dive for the doors through the cloud of dust they kicked up because they never touched the ground. They just flew low and slow until loaded and then bugged out." Helicopters, right," Clark wasn't sure he'd been. Usually I wouldn't mind someone making themselves at home, but I remembered that he smelled a little ripe in the hallway and definitely needed to use my shower. Not wanting to sound rude I asked him if he wanted to clean up as I was about do so myself and was offering him first dibs. He waved me off and giggled at some random message that had popped up on his phone. I started up the water after having closed both my bedroom door and the bathroom door behind me. I was in heaven finally being. Then they both laughed and then kissed.When they eased apart, now breathless, Little Bit murmured, “I hate you, Tony Kramer.”“And I hate you, too, Elizabeth Harris,” he replied. Then he added, “By the way, if I’ve never told you before, I simply adore your nickname. You’re my Little Bit, aren’t you?”“I’m afraid I’m stuck with you,” Little Bit admitted dejectedly. “It’s what happens when you’re a one-man woman.” But then she brightened and added, “But I’m getting a really great father and mother.