I bounded from my car and hot-footed it down the sidewalk as fast as my feet would carry me. Through the shade of the big tree. Up to the porch. Front...door open. ‘Hello, anybody home?’ I knocked loudly. No invitation to come on in. ‘Hello.’ No answer. I wanted to draw my .32 but if you enter someone’s home with an iron in hand you deserve to be shot. But no way I wasn’t going in. Call it a hunch, my instinctstold me something wasn’t right in that house. With my ink pen I jiggled open the pull. Her position beneath me, my hands gripping her waist into place made my thrusts even more deeply penetrating.“Mmmhhh! Oh god Josh, fuck me like that yeah!” all Ellen could do now was moan from pleasure, looking pathetic forced against the bed like that, “You’re cock is so deep Josh! Fuck me up to my belly ahhh!”There was something so deeply erotic in the moment, that had I not been concentrating hard on not cumming just yet, Ellen’s ass would be flowing with abundant, fresh warm sperm.“Please. "Danke für ihr Erscheinen, Agent Romanoff." Der Leiter von S.H.I.E.L.D. war hinter seinem Schreibtisch nur als düsterer Schatten zur erkennen, der es sich vor der Fensterfront mit dem nächtlichen Ambiente von New York in einem Sessel bequem gemacht hatte."Stets zu Diensten, Sir." Natascha blieb stehen und wartete auf Furys Ausführungen."Wir haben einen Anruf von Dr. Richards erhalten." Wie üblich kam der einäugige Leiter von S.H.I.E.L.D. schnell zum Punkt."Dr. Reed Richards?" forschte Natascha. CLICK-CLACKAllison heard the lock on the entrance turn. The door opened and her boyfriend walked in. She stuck the letter back in its envelope before folding it in half and swiftly pocketing it in her jacket. She looked through the rest of the mail and tried to act natural in between glances at her beloved.Jeff was six feet of beautiful man. He had short, blonde hair that tapered up into small spikes and steely gray eyes that could melt butter. He was a personal trainer, a job which kept him.