He nodded confirmation. “Scott was willing to die to evade capture. That worst-case scenario aside, fanatics like him tend to be obsessed survivalis...s. Dreaming of a race war that will allow them to live out their Rambo fantasies and that their guns will somehow save them from drones, tanks, and helicopters. That everyone thinks they’re fools drives their persecution complex and fuels the fantasy of ‘the government is coming for my guns any second!’ They believe themselves capable of winning. Fucking her deep down the pussy breaking her walls she loved being taken down in missionary. She moaned deep in my every push. Her super tight vagina was giving me immense pleasure of our sibling love. Up and down I moved above her body pushing my dick deep and hard inside her feeling her breast feeling her lips feeling every inch of her body and she feeling every breath and every inch of mine towards her. Her pussy was damn pink the lips opened and closed on my every thrust.Her moaning. You better help."Vasiliy learned of this and looked pissed. She was delegated with removing the nukes not guns.We materialised at the entry point Porta had used. We were shot at by at least twenty people. We returned fire. Vasiliy walked forward with his men and just shot the soldiers. Only a few chose to run but they too were shot. There was more shooting going on and we ran to the next area. The hall was full of bodies and we could not get over them. The soldiers had tried to crawl over their. "I love your cock, Hank... I love the feel of its hardness... I love the way it pulses when I put it in my mouth... and I'm going to love the taste of it when you cum." Hank moaned in response; he was always shy, always bashful during sex, but he loved Janet's imagination, and the way she talked dirty while pleasuring him. Jan was amazingly old-fashioned in some ways; she had not yet allowed them to go beyond hand- and blow-jobs, but her imagination was certainly unrestricted."What do you.